“Not so bad,” the priest muttered. Beatriz had to repeat her request twice: Alejandro was staring at the stage where, a few minutes ago, he had wanted to give his first performance in years.
The young people from wealthy families, who’d been challenged by the idea of visiting an old-fashioned peña to get drunk with poor people, were the first to slide away. What seemed like an opportunity to show off their status turned into pointless peril. Who knew? The police, or worse still, the army, might show up any minute.
peñaWho knew? The police, or worse still, the army, might show up any minuteThe residents of the población continued to stand together in small huddles.
población“Liars,” someone said not too loudly. But others took over the word. It quickly sounded like a litany. “Liars!”
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