Mi VidaChapter 14
Still Carlita's turn: I waited at home on Friday. Dave says he is going to get away from his work at lunch and we are taking a short drive back into Texas. I have my passport and my birth certificate and he has his driver's license and birth certificate in case it is needed. At the middle of the morning, I call Brother Bob. "My Carlita," he says. He sounds happy to hear from me. "How are you doing?" "Brother Bob, my life is very good. I have papers. I am in America. The papers say...