As Camila gave me a quick hug and walked past me, I admired her lovely behind that was sticking out further thanks to her high heels. Her dark brunett... hair was done up in a ponytail, just like Sophie. Pete saw me staring, grinned at me and let himself in. "Hi sexy! How's my girl doing tonight?" said Pete planting a kiss on Sophie's cheek and running his hands behind her back. "Stop it you pervert," Sophie giggled, slapped Pete's arm and gave Camila a quick hug. While the girls were busy. Brought to tears by a simple song.There were many tears in our lives that year.Sure, I can write about the neighborhood. The boys and girls running around and playing until dark was coming. Carefree and no worries about strangers lurking in the shadows. They were there. They just hadn't visited our lives yet.No, I will write about the night my mom was done. She packed all of us kids up. Put us into the car. We were leaving. The sins of the father had pushed her to her breaking point. She was. There are officials in both the Mexican and American governments that are supporting this activity.”Marcia frowned. “What American officials?”“Primarily the Central Intelligence Agency. They are receiving funds that they use in their efforts to destabilize other countries, in their ongoing war against the Soviet Union and China. Please note that, even though Vice-President George Bush was the director of the CIA, these are operations that began during the administration of President Lyndon. Engine noise and car horns purred and blared as the morning commute began while taxis rushing by the end of the alley reflected muted flashes of yellow and white. The sweet smell of exhaust slowly reached his nose, swirling around trash and dumpsters, propelled by venting of subway grates. The overcast sky was infrequently pierced with streaks of wan, sterile sunlight, and he shivered not from the temperature but from the lack of promise. The late autumn weather did not appear encouraging, so.