The room fell silent. I frankly didn’t know what I was going to do to help Eduardo, but I had the sense that he was right- no one else could help him, and without help,...

What’s your name, son?’ Sam said. The man looked to be about Sam’s age, but Sam always thought calling people ‘son’ immediately gave the air of imperial authority and opened the door for spanking if...

Who cut him?’ Sam liked saying things like ‘Who cut him?’ It reminded him of being a kid and watching prison movies, which is probably why prisoners talked like that, too.

Sam took another sip of the pruno. It went down smoother this time, possibly because he no longer had feeling in his extremities.