…. The clapping got closer and more frequent—he caught up with me! The automobile tires on his huaraches must’ve been on third gear. I heard his breathing behind me. He came out on my left and turned to look at me. He passed me up. I thought he must be in a hurry to get to school. But then threw on the brakes and stopped two yards ahead. Startled, I stopped too….
…. I waited for him to throw the first punch. He opened a hand and his books dropped to the ground. At that moment, I thought what parts of his body I would hit first. He made a quick move, and I let go of my books. Now I was going to find out what a “trompada” is, and he what a “trancazo” meant….
(TO BE CONTINUED WITH DAILY POSTINGS)
(PLEASE KEEP VISITING–THANK YOU)