“So you and your cousins escaped over the border? That must have been scary at such a young age." Stephano agreed as he tossed back his shot, Don Julio, “It was.I didn’t understand why we were leaving in the first place. I loved it there, we were living in squalor and my father was a corredor (*runner) for a capo (*Mafia leader) but after my mama died he couldn’t bear to stay there. He thought coming to the U.S would give us a better life.”
Marisol stayed on the couch when he went into the kitchen and grabbed another beer from the refrigerator. But started to him when he paused with a look on his face she could only decipher as sadness.
Walking up behind him, Marisol placed a soft hand on his shoulder making him turn around to face her. Standing barefoot on the linoleum face to face i
