ABSTRACT
I was on the office phone talking to Reverend Garcia about Dolores's younger son, Mateo, who was being forced to repeat the third grade on account of his small size. I got as far as the first sentence, when suddenly I heard a lot of screaming in the street and saw people running past the door. Eti poked her head in, shouting, "Call the cops! They've got a gun to his head!"
