The Girl from JuarezChapter 8
It was almost a day and a half later than we expected when Earl and I finally rolled back into Albuquerque after our two-stage run from New Mexico to Ohio to Utah and back here again. We were weary of the road and eager to see our respective "families." As always, Earl was impatient to get back to Carol and the kids. Strangely, I felt myself feeling almost equally eager to have Margarita there to meet me at my door. Perhaps I might once again be the recipient of one of her choking...