Five
The next morning I was up by five, for whatever reason I was not able to sleep. I sat up and put my feet on the floor and just sat there for a couple of minutes. Just as I was about to get up I felt a hand on my back.
“Are you alright,” Annabel said.
“Just thinking of Mr. Sanchez and his family. All they have been through to get here and what they have to do to stay here. The lack of appreciation people has for people like them because they think they have no rights to be here. Just to burn down their lively hood just to prove a point. I just want to drive out to that little village and burn the whole thing down. All those people following so blindly.” I just stopped talking. Annabel knows just what to say sometimes but this time she knew just what not to say. She just left her han
