A breeze has risen. This week the leaves began to come down in earnest. You can see bare branches and trunks in some places. There'll be a solemnity to things soon.
She was bored so took a walk to Wal-Mart. You thought you recognized her.
Her boyfriend, the man she lives with, is married. An immigration thing, she tells me. He's helping a Guatemalan. He calls pretty soon to check on her. "I'm fucking bored," she says.
She calls the colored leaves flowers. Says her English isn't too good. She's a little restless. When we say goodbye, we shake hands. Mucho gusto. Hers is cool and a little wet. Heroin, I'm thinking.
It's a grey town with few prospects.
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