You are a nineteen-year-old fool. Playing at manhood. You think yourself so clever. That you can be of both worlds and deceive everyone. You’re a Bloody American Boy who watched a child die on a dirty Delhi road. And now a second fright has made you piss, ever so slightly, your fine cotton pants. Welcome back to the Desh, you little bitch.
Gabriela was from Mobile, Alabama, where Leon’s grandfather was born. They bonded over the seafood, Leon saying he had always wanted to go to learn about his roots, Gabriela laughing at the thought of this sheltered kid from Santa Monica driving down the narrow highway by the Gulf with some curated blues playlist blasting through his dad’s puke green Prius.
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