Damn I love that girl thoughtCaroline.It was a shame but it was something Katie was getting used to. Skirt off,socks changed, trousers on and horror o... horrors, her beautiful hair thattook so long for her to get just right, slides out and messed upcompletely to fit in with the boring boy she now had to become. The upsidewas she got to go with the girls on the bus. Caroline did have to pointout that boys didn't skip as they were walking or ask to hold theirsisters hand but it wasn't a complete. Jorge swore that he would enact vengeance on the murderers of his mother and his sister.But that would have to wait. He would have to survive if he was going to fulfill his oath. Most importantly, he knew that if he was to survive, he would have to leave the village. So Jorge Guerrillero did what so many of his countrymen were doing. He moved to Mexico City.That had been five years earlier. For a short time he had been able to teach in public schools in Mexico City, but word of his dismissal. She was closer now, and was most definitely a she. Long dark, wavy hair hung almost to her hips and was being blown gently to one side as she walked, the vagaries of the gentle winds would first raise her hair like dark pennants, away from the valley below, then release it to cascade around and about her arm as it swung while she walked. I could not yet make out her features, though she was wearing some type of white blouse gathered and tied below her breasts as a bare expanse of skin marked. The rest of the year was less than pleasant.Sunday afternoon, we drove into Trinidad for supper and some essentials I forgot to bring. I was able to get a signal for the phone so I called Jason."Son, I just wanted to let you know I got here Okay. How are things at your end?" Not good, Dad. I explained everything to Josh and he is really pissed at Mom. He is not talking to her. Mom won't tell us what happened. She claims she doesn't know why you left. I tried a couple times to get her to say.