Water RightsChapter 8
I guess it took me about a week before I wasn't walking funny, and feeling tender when I did. I had played back in my mind the entire conversation I'd had with Juana, but I still couldn't understand why she had attacked me like that. I had offered her the kiss and she had accepted. It wasn't like I had tried to take liberties with her. I felt lucky that she was so short and that I was pretty tall. Had our heights been closer, I might be singing in a higher register. Even though I'd been...