CHAPTER 42
"Papi, have you ever been to Texas?"
My father looked at me curiously. Our Skype connection was a good one this time. He could've been sitting in my kitchen, drinking coffee with me that Sunday morning.
"Sí, but it was so many years ago. Why do you ask?"
I was enjoying this little game. "Did anything, um, unusual happen there?"
"As I remember, there was a problem with my visa and I had to do some paperwork."
"Did that paperwork include an application for a marriage license?" I asked.
"My leader in the movement talked about doing some kind of pretend marriage so I could stay. I signed some papers, but nothing happened," he said, clearly puzzled by my questions.
"What if I told you something did happen? What if I told you that you got married that day?" I couldn't stop smi
