Seven

The gate was rusty, I always have to kick it make it open and it scrapes the floor. I could hear gramma praying for me as I left the house again.

A shit, a shower and a good shave and I was on my way to save my job.

Walking down the street I wondered what Silent was up to. I realized I walk by his house every day to get to work but rarely see him. He’s probably fucking I though and I imagined what his girlfriend looked like naked.

I walked down Winter St., all the houses here were built in the 30’s and 40’s. Single unit homes that house multiple families and too many cars.

Then I went down Rowan passed the house where the only white man lives. He and his wife are at least 60 or older. The don’t seem to ever want to leave the little house they live in.

On the corner of Chavez and Rowan is an empty lot that used to be a gas station. Behind it is a small but busy law office.

I walk in and get a strange look from Lucia. She’s the boss’ sister and she doesn’t like me. She says nothing as I walk passed her.

I get to my desk, it’s piled high with files and letters. I was startled by a pretty face.

“Hey,” it’s Mari.

“Where the fuck you been?” she asks. “We’ve been trying to call you……”

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