Status Updates From Howtown: A Henry Rios Novel...

He’d made his way through life alone and he’d see it through alone, not taking handouts, not trading on an old friendship. Maybe he was just a garden-variety neurotic and no doubt he’d hurt a lot of people to build the business that was now collapsing around him. Still, I had loved so infrequently I felt a debt to those whom I had, for the reprieve from solitude. It was the weight of what I owed that I felt

“Was it hard to become a lawyer?” “You mean, because I’m Mexican? You can’t let what other people think about you stop you from doing what you want to do.”

“Is there no change in paradise?”

“What are you talking about?”
“My mother,” he whispered. “My mother.”
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