itâs Caballo turn to fly into the crowd.
âBoys! Boys!â A booming voice parts the forest of legs. âIs this any way to welcome your fellow countrymen?â
Gordo is struggling against Alquilinoâs grip. I hop over and try to open the knot of Gordoâs fist. âGordo, Gordo, stop. Heâs not going to hurt us!â
Gordoâs temper has a low tipping point; pass that point and heâs capable of almost anything.
âAmigos . . . boys,â the tall young priest says as he inspects the new arrivals.
My brothers and I huddle together, barefoot and dirty. Alquilinoâs glasses have been knocked halfway up his forehead, red-faced Gordo looks like heâs about to pop, and I discover that I put my pants on backward.
âI see you boys have been baptized,â the American priest says in perfect Spanish. Then he laughs. âWe are a little overcrowded here and we do not have enough adults to supervise, so I rely on certain older boys to keep order.â The priest steps over to Caballo and puts his hand on hisshoulder. âI see you have met my friend Romeo.â Caballo struggles out a thin pleading smile at the priest. âYes, of course. I mean Caballo, my trusted helper,â the priest corrects himself.
Then someone calls out in a singsong falsetto, âOh Romeo, oh Romeo!â The buzzing hive of kids starts to giggle. Caballo nods at his helpers, two big kids dive into the crowd and the laughter stops.
The young priest continues, âThis young man has been a great help. I donât know what I would do without him! He will find you a place to sleep and assign you a choreâeveryone has one. If you behave, do your chores, and get along, you will get two dollars on Fridays and be allowed to go into Miami on Saturdays.â Then he looks at his watch. âI have to go speak to the director.â Then his face softens into a smile. âWelcome, and please try to get along.â
PRIVATE SUITE
Weâre waiting outside a storeroom when three rolled up camp mattresses come flying out at us.
âPick them up!â Caballo barks from inside the musty smelling room.
Then, as Iâm trying to figure out how to carry the heavy mattress and my suitcase, Caballo tosses three pillows at us. Alquilino and Gordo tuck their mattresses under one arm, but my arm is too short to go around the mattress.
âFollow me,â Caballo orders, and they start walking away.
Theyâre halfway down the hall when I finally figure it out. I balance the mattress on top of my head, wedge the pillow under the other arm, and pick up my suitcase withmy free hand just as my brothers did. The mattress tips and unrolls as I hurry down the hall, but I finally catch up at the entrance to a long green room. âThis is the dormitory where most of us sleep,â Caballo says. The two older guys walking behind us laugh, but I donât get the joke.
This place is nothing like my mother said it would be. It looks and smells like the hospital where I had my tonsils taken out. I was scared when I walked into that hospital and Iâm scared now. I want to drop everything and run away but I canât do that. So I start counting the metal bunk beds.
Bebo taught me this trick. He said that if you concentrate real hard on whatâs gong on outside of youâwhere you areâyou wonât think about the scared feelings inside.
Thirty bunks on the left side, thirty on the right, sixty times twoâone hundred and twenty kids sleeping in the same room. Thereâs a window and a tall green locker in between each set of bunks. All the beds are made up the same: green blankets, a white sheet neatly folded back.
When we get to the end of the room, Caballo kicks open a green door. âAnd this is where youâll sleep,â he says. âYour own private suite!â
I throw the heavy mattress down and look around. âThis is a bathroom!â I say,
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