"we have a black toyota for a taxi with black leather seat," she says to seth, who is wearing a white singlet. how could he be so irresponsible, she thought. "or we can catch the light rail," they had done that before when going home from a concert.
"don't tell me to shut up," she says to him. "i am not sitting and standing around."
as she has her silver cross around her neck, she thinks he is rather crass. how could he be so cruel, she was a christian girl, yet she had to kill her own father, a preacher in bethel. he did not want to become a culebra. yet amaru was beautiful. she had to be tough around sex machine, she could not understand her emotions, her body, to be a good girl, like that society thought her to be. how could he be so callous -- sure as shit don't believe in a god, he says. she died, she was frightened every moment of her life, as she rides on the train, as she hugs her dog scott when she is eating lunch outside, she wonders what they are thinking, what the concert people she was in a room with were thinking. how could they call wanting equality with a girl in her country, to callously speaking religious text. she could hone in the ranting of amaru's darkness, she could hone in the school's preaching she had went to school with....
