After a long walk and a good talk we were finally at my block. Daniel did most of the talking. Funny how they call him, Silent. But I imagine it from his low raspy voice.
I live on Winter St., between Alma and Hicks in a house that was built in the mid 30′s. It sits on top of a little hill. We have stairs that lead up to the front gate and then a walkay, then the house. This is a high part of East Los. Just one block out of Boyle Heghts on the west and two blocks out of City Terrace on the north.
My grandfather bought this house, left it to my grandmother when he died and I guess since my mother died, I get to keep it when my “Nana” dies.
That’s not something I look forward to. I live alone with my grandma and I woulnd’t have it any other way. I can see her looking out the window as I say, “peace out,” to Silent. We shake hands and pound fists.
“Aytewacho,” he says.
He walked down the street. His apartment is just down one hill and up the next. We both live on hill tops.
I walk halfway up my stairs and I can hear my grandma opening the door for me.
“Donde has estade, mijo,” she asks me where I’ve been.
After I explain what I’ve been through she explains that the phone is disconnected and she hasn’t been able to call anyone. Not that we have any family to call. She does have two friends she calls every day and talks to each one for at least one half hour. I can imagine how lonely she must have been not to be able to call anyone for the weekend.
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Daniel came up slowly to his apartment…..
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