~ from OCTOBER 2004 ~
Outside the squirrels are playing, romping about on the grass and running from tree to tree. It is winter still, no? My brother and I accompany our Uncle Roberto while he has a cigarette away from the family. He watches the squirrels then asks if we want him to catch one for us. I look at his face for a laugh or a smile, but he’s not joking.
“You can’t catch a squirrel!” I tell him.
He looks intently at the creatures and for a moment I believe he can.
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