Chapter 11The three of us entered Juanito’s candlelit bedroom. It was longways with the door closer to the left wall where the large dresser stood with a small TV on its surface, while the bed was farther against the right wall, opposite of each other. The wide closet faced the bed on our side. Since the far wall ahead of us divided Juanito’s apartment from his neighbor’s, I often wondered if they could hear the constant f*****g going on.
Miguel observed his surroundings, and although he kept his thoughts to himself, his face said it all. Given the Satan-inspired wall hangings and trinkets on every surface, music posters of dark rock and metal bands, and a sculpture of a beast head screwed on top of each bedpost, he probably thought he’d just entered hell and was on the verge of getting f
