In the late evening or more like the very early morning before dawn, the double doors to the shed opened. Jose Luis carried a tied plastic, grocery bag up the driveway and dumped it into the worn, gray trash can sitting adjacent to the kitchen door.
“Take that.”
Jose Luis knew that his youngest sister, Sylvia, would eventually smell the odors from the grocery bag filled with human defecation. She would not immediately figure out how such grotesque aromas made their way into the rental house where she lived with her four children. A part of him wanted her to realize that it was Jose Luis who dumped the bag. A part of him was nervous that she would find out.
As he walked back to the cold shed, Jose Luis welled-up with anger. Sylvia refused to fix the lock on the kitchen door. As a result,
