Javier's writing makes blood pound in my throat: I'm on the run. Native Texan gringa, 1/2 mile from The ?@#?! Fence and what's left of the Rio in a US villita where Spanish says what is. The woman who pushes my Electrolux and shares her tomates has Trump-bags beneath her eyes. 17 years she's managed This Side. And a family.
Thank you, Javier, for all the forms your courage takes. And hers.