“I don’t know what to think,” Carmella said, glancing downward. She shifted her short, somewhat stocky frame in the chair. “I hope to God Marisol is wrong. But this DiGrasso. Un toro. Maybe we should think about moving. But where?”
“Another state, maybe,” Julio answered. “Our relatives in Texas are doing well. There’s plenty of work, and the pay is good.”
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