His name was Hank and her name was Jenny. They had a son who had tunnel vision. They were talking about how to make it as an immigrant. They had just taken on a job in Los Banos. Their responsibility was to maintain a gun club, for the lack of a better word. She would feed them meals. It was for the first time I tasted meatloaf and fresh pomagranite from the tree.
They had puppies (Boston Terriers) and we took one home. God I thought it was ugly, but I was use to pets.
Ironically, my dad stopped. For the first time I was astounded that cotton came from a boll. My dad plucked some for me. I was amazed. I remember bringing it to school.
