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CHAPTER TWOWhen Abel reported to work at Elena’s Donut Shop the next afternoon, Wednesday, he was nervous. He didn’t bring much experience to the job. But he had helped his mother dole out donuts at Our Lady of Guadalupe Church after the 7:30 mass on Sundays. Sometimes he dished out the donuts, and sometimes he took in the dollar and a quarter for coffee and a donut. Abel could make change pretty well; so he thought that wouldn’t be a problem. Still, this was his first real job.
When Abel arrived, Elena introduced him to the other two employees on that shift. Claudia Villa was a sweet-looking girl who wore big, round glasses. “Hi Abel,” she greeted him in a friendly voice. Her golden brown eyes sparkled behind the glasses.
Paul Morales was eighteen. He had already graduated from C
