Chapter 13

It’s nice to meet you, I said.

Please call me,he said, biting at his lip.

He turned quickly, grabbed his bags, and walked away.

I watched him for a long moment. He was such a sweet-looking guy, handsome in that Latino way, but he walked as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders and he didn’t have a friend in the world.

There are many Hispanics in Tupelo. All throughout the South, actually. No doubt a great many are illegal, a fact that enrages many of my neighbors. That Juan gave me a card indicating his willingness to work cheaply suggested he was one.

What would it be like to be an illegal immigrant who was not only deaf but gay? Talk about three strikes against you.

He didn’t give me that ants-in-the-pants feeling that Jackson Ledbetter did, though I was certainly willing to give him an opportunity to shake the sugar tree and see what might fall out. 10: Kayla Gets Out