ABSTRACT
My family? Oh, they’re used to it. When I bring a Gallego home, my family doesn’t see him, they just see a chicken, rice, beans and plátanos-a full fridge. When I tell the guys that I’m doing it to buy a pound of ground beef, they feel better about giving me money, and they leave me more. I don’t say I like to be in a nice room with air conditioning for a change. I could sit in an office all day —I did that when I was working in a bank. What did I get then? Oh darling, absolutely nothing.)
