Chapter 11: Ana“Meh-he-he-he-he.”
“Goddammit!” Ana slammed on her brakes and barely avoided the goat, which scampered around the side of the trailer, Rodrigo in full pursuit.
“Hola, Tia Ana! Wanna help me catch her?” He had climbed onto her running board and was beaming up to her.
“Sorry, chico. Get Juan to help you!” Where was that good-for-nothing nephew of hers anyway? Smoking pot with that Paolo from down the street again, she’d bet half of her paycheck on that. And why were Carmela’s chickens all over her porch? Again! Both hands full with her purchases, she kicked the truck door shut with her boot and started up the steps.
“Ksh-sh-sh! You too, you!” She got the bugger with her heel, before he could fly up toward her, and sent him packing. Indignantly the rooster shook himself but
