You know we spend so much of our lives without saying the things we want to say, the things we should say. We speak in code, and we send little messages, origami, so now, plainly, simply, I wanna say that I love you.
You all ducked down in the grass to wait as
cars sped away and bulls came out in search for you.
“Shouldn’t we be
running?” you whispered next to Michael.
“Not yet. We’re
gunna wait right here and let them get ahead of us.” His voice was husky with
adrenaline. Come to think of it, his voice was always kind of husky. Kind of
like that ‘just woke up’ sound.
“I don’t know if
we’re gunna get a chance, papi,” Sucre said, nodding towards the dogs now
exiting the building. The high grass you were in was dry and made you itch, but
you tried stay still.
Do I get to see my baby? You’ll have 30 minutes before we take it away. I’ve seen this process a dozen times. After the mothers come back here, the depression’s almost unbearable. My advice? It’s a lot less messy if you just think of yourself as a surrogate.