“So the woman I work with told me that her brother-in-law in Matamoros refused to give his car to one side or the other in a cartel shootout; he drove away. But he was followed, and then his family and he were killed.”
Just like that.
I ease into bed, turn on the fans, feel the AC, look at the trees and fall asleep.
“He was taken just south of Matamoros, and his father paid, put the money in a car. The car and money were taken. He, my husband, is missing three months…
He’s strong, may be alive.”
I get up, walk into the dawn, feel the humidity and begin a walk under scudding clouds.
There’s more:
“My brother-in-law, somewhere between Reynosa and Matamoros disappeared. We’ve been going to the morgue, but we get little help; officials want his DNA.”
I can eat, three peaceful meals a day, and I do.
“He is dead, taken from a bus, he is dead,” the students scream in chorus.
I have a day under me. She sleeps on the other side of the bed, just as the last day.
So will begin tomorrow
Until it ends ….
