Her good arm and hand waving in the air, trying top grab hold, to touch me, expressing the gratitude she is overwhelmed with at the moment. But I am not stopping for the ritual tonight. I grab her hand from behind for only a second. I am rushing to Latin Culture. There is something about needing to break up this visiting routine, about needing to feel a purpose.
Life has meaning with a purpose.
WE attend this Latin Club to play dominoes, to play checkers, to snap our fingers to some merengues, because it means we have something to do. A reason to be. Theo Didn't Smoke Theo. He's one of the sweet young men. Some of them are angry.