The Crossings
“Not just the rapes and the humiliations, the cramped airless foul-smelling sleeping quarters or the mule work in the yard with the goats or chickens or in the garden under the ferocious blazing sun or in the stifling laundry or kitchen, all of them hobbled like horses. Not just the bullwhip.She remembered her first time inside the hacienda.She has been there merely five days. She has not seen her sister Celine in the last two of those days and that is a torture too. She is drawing a bucket of water from the well. It's needed in the kitchen.Maria, the middle sister, thin-lipped, harsh and grim is beckoning to her from the porch. Do that later, she says. Come here. Elena sets the bucket down and walks past the blackened remains of one bonfire and then another. She has trouble climbing the steps to the porch. With her ankles tied together she can only take the steps one at a time. Maria is impatient. Hurry little bitch, she says.On the outside the hacienda is old and shabby. Inside she s...ees the Valenzuras' wealth.MoreLess
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