An old friend. . .
"Dimitri!" Alejandra exclaimed. She stared at him, wide eyed. She wanted to laugh and hug him, but she was so surprised to see him that she stopped short midstride. He was much too far away from home, and certainly too warmly dressed to be wandering around the country of Mexico. She gaped at him a bit longer before returning to her senses. Ale waved her arms at him like she was shooing ducks out of her way. "Come here, boy! You're going to die of a heat stroke! What are you even doing here? Where is your sister? Your father? Your delightful aunt?" she added, upper lip curling in a distasteful scowl.


















