CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
1960 had rolled in and January had passed, but Leni and I barely took notice. Although our bodies had acclimated somewhat to the hard labor, we were still tired all the time. It seemed as though all we did was work. Whenever we had a bit of leftover energy, we walked a mile to the road stop for supplies.
Near the end of February, after Mardi Gras was over and the city’s festivities had died down, we hoped enough time had passed to allow for our safe return to New Orleans. We decided to call Alcide from the road stop to get an update, because we were just biding our time in hopes the men from immigration would lose interest.
Leni and I both crammed into the phone booth by the g*n and bait shop to place the call. As we pressed our heads against the earpiece, the smell
