Chapter 11
“¡Jesus, María, y José!” exclaimed Brisa, falling to her knees as though she were starring in a telenovela. The rapid Spanish that followed needed no translation, as its tone perfectly articulated our collective reaction to re-entry into civilization.
Kavi also displayed more drama than usual. “We are saved!” he said quietly, the anticipation in his eyes speaking much more loudly. He shrugged out of Dean’s coat and returned it to him.
Chris reached over and wordlessly squeezed my hand. Dean put on his jacket, rearranged his pack over his shoulder, and made for the fence line.
I don’t know what was holding me back from the elation shown by the others. True, I had always been the cautious sort; Dad used to joke that if money fell from the sky, I would open a savings account be
