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Authors: Jayna King
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morning."
"I feel much better. I'm actually hungry," she said with a little smile. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked.
"That sounds amazing. Is your mother still asleep?" I sat up on the couch, and I could see Nadia looking at the ink that was visible on my arms.
"Yes. She must have been up late last night. She's usually the first one up, even if she's worked late."
"We were up pretty late talking. We should let her sleep." It occurred to me that I was supposed to go with Joker and Zeno to go meet Don Roberto at some point this morning. "Do you know what time it is?"
Nadia walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock. "It's seven thirty."
"Oh, good. Still early." I stood up, and I saw Nadia's eyes widen as she saw how tall I was. I decided to give her some space. "Mind if I use your bathroom?"
"No," she answered, getting a can of coffee out of the cabinet. "It's just through the bedroom."
"Thanks," I said as I headed into Maria's room.
She was on her side, hands tucked beneath her pillow, looking like a little girl without the revealing clothes and lipstick of the night before. Her dark, curly hair covered her pillow, and I thought about the stories she'd told me as we talked well into the early morning. I thought about her father -- the black man she'd never met, but whose blood had marked her as different from other children in her town. I thought about her mother's "uncles," and I felt sorry for the young girl who'd finally decided that she had to escape. But mostly, I thought about that young girl arriving in Juarez, only to be raped by Luis and two other of his men, held hostage and raped each night until she became pregnant by one of them. She never knew who the father was, but she knew that she couldn't leave with a child in her belly.
The men had known what they were doing, of course. Catholic women were unlikely to have abortions, and if you could hold the welfare of a child over its mother, you owned her for life. Just like Luis owned Maria.
"Not for long," I whispered, as I looked at Maria, beautiful even in her sleep. "Not for long."
I smelled coffee as I came out of the bedroom, refreshed after having splashed some water on my face and brushed my teeth with my finger. Better than nothing.
"Smells good," I said, as I pulled the bedroom door closed to give Maria a chance to sleep a little longer. "So you feel back to normal?"
"My throat hurts a little, but I feel so much better."
"Is there a doctor close by that you can see today?"
"There's a clinic across town, but since it's Sunday, most offices are closed. I feel much better, though. I don't think I even need to go to the doctor."
I reached for the cup of coffee she handed me, turned down her offer of milk and sugar, and watched her eyeing up my tattoos.
"That's a lot of ink," she said, and I suppressed a smile at her trying to sound far more grown up than she really was.
"Not finished, yet," I said, looking down at my forearm. "When I'm finished, it'll be full sleeves on both arms."
"The colors are really pretty."
I looked at her, exaggerating my disbelief. "Pretty? Yeah, that's just what I was going for."
She laughed. "The colors are so bright. Lots of guys around here have tattoos, but they don't look as good as yours."
"I'm a tattoo artist. I have a studio in Denver."
"Colorado," she said, looking pretty smug.
"Correct."
"What's the name of your shop?" she asked.
I pointed to my t-shirt.
"Red Sea Tattoo. I get it," she grinned. "Moses. Red Sea. That's a cool name."
I grinned back at her. She was impossible not to like. "Thanks. Thought it up all by myself."
The door from the bedroom opened, and we both turned to see Maria coming out. Her hair was all messy, and she looked absolutely perfect.
"Good morning," I said. "Hope we weren't too loud."
She stretched, rubbed her eyes, and finally seemed to remember how sick Nadia had been the night before. "Little one, what are you doing out of bed?"
Nadia poured her a cup of
"I feel much better. I'm actually hungry," she said with a little smile. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked.
"That sounds amazing. Is your mother still asleep?" I sat up on the couch, and I could see Nadia looking at the ink that was visible on my arms.
"Yes. She must have been up late last night. She's usually the first one up, even if she's worked late."
"We were up pretty late talking. We should let her sleep." It occurred to me that I was supposed to go with Joker and Zeno to go meet Don Roberto at some point this morning. "Do you know what time it is?"
Nadia walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock. "It's seven thirty."
"Oh, good. Still early." I stood up, and I saw Nadia's eyes widen as she saw how tall I was. I decided to give her some space. "Mind if I use your bathroom?"
"No," she answered, getting a can of coffee out of the cabinet. "It's just through the bedroom."
"Thanks," I said as I headed into Maria's room.
She was on her side, hands tucked beneath her pillow, looking like a little girl without the revealing clothes and lipstick of the night before. Her dark, curly hair covered her pillow, and I thought about the stories she'd told me as we talked well into the early morning. I thought about her father -- the black man she'd never met, but whose blood had marked her as different from other children in her town. I thought about her mother's "uncles," and I felt sorry for the young girl who'd finally decided that she had to escape. But mostly, I thought about that young girl arriving in Juarez, only to be raped by Luis and two other of his men, held hostage and raped each night until she became pregnant by one of them. She never knew who the father was, but she knew that she couldn't leave with a child in her belly.
The men had known what they were doing, of course. Catholic women were unlikely to have abortions, and if you could hold the welfare of a child over its mother, you owned her for life. Just like Luis owned Maria.
"Not for long," I whispered, as I looked at Maria, beautiful even in her sleep. "Not for long."
I smelled coffee as I came out of the bedroom, refreshed after having splashed some water on my face and brushed my teeth with my finger. Better than nothing.
"Smells good," I said, as I pulled the bedroom door closed to give Maria a chance to sleep a little longer. "So you feel back to normal?"
"My throat hurts a little, but I feel so much better."
"Is there a doctor close by that you can see today?"
"There's a clinic across town, but since it's Sunday, most offices are closed. I feel much better, though. I don't think I even need to go to the doctor."
I reached for the cup of coffee she handed me, turned down her offer of milk and sugar, and watched her eyeing up my tattoos.
"That's a lot of ink," she said, and I suppressed a smile at her trying to sound far more grown up than she really was.
"Not finished, yet," I said, looking down at my forearm. "When I'm finished, it'll be full sleeves on both arms."
"The colors are really pretty."
I looked at her, exaggerating my disbelief. "Pretty? Yeah, that's just what I was going for."
She laughed. "The colors are so bright. Lots of guys around here have tattoos, but they don't look as good as yours."
"I'm a tattoo artist. I have a studio in Denver."
"Colorado," she said, looking pretty smug.
"Correct."
"What's the name of your shop?" she asked.
I pointed to my t-shirt.
"Red Sea Tattoo. I get it," she grinned. "Moses. Red Sea. That's a cool name."
I grinned back at her. She was impossible not to like. "Thanks. Thought it up all by myself."
The door from the bedroom opened, and we both turned to see Maria coming out. Her hair was all messy, and she looked absolutely perfect.
"Good morning," I said. "Hope we weren't too loud."
She stretched, rubbed her eyes, and finally seemed to remember how sick Nadia had been the night before. "Little one, what are you doing out of bed?"
Nadia poured her a cup of
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