I broke into a house in Coyoacán to steal, but found a blind girl tied to a chair. She whispered, “Did my mom come back to sell me again?” I decided to steal her back instead. As we reached the front door, heavy footsteps echoed from the dark hallway, and a voice growled, “Who is in there?”…

taco stand with her mother.

She inevitably recognizes my voice over the hiss of the grill and the roar of the traffic, long before anyone informs her of my presence.

“You know,” she will say, a mischievous, knowing smile playing on her lips, “malicious people possess a completely different resonance. They sound sharp.”

And every single time she says it,continue reading …