When he didn’t reply, I immediately thought, “They’ve got him and now they’re coming for me.” His cell rang about ten times and I gave up. Our sister, Maria and grandmother Rosita, were staying home, sheltered and safe, I hoped. Jose, my brother in law, had to go to work, and did so, every day. I knew it was only a matter of time before he was yanked out of his car, or workplace, because it was happening to all of our Hispanic relatives and friends. Even children were grabbed out of school. This must be a bad dream, a nightmare. It can’t be real. Please let me wake up to the freedom I had a year ago.
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Fandango’s Story Starter #231
The Bag Lady 