When I think back on the whole story, I notice with some shock that I cant clearly visualize my bosss eyes. She had long black hairthis I can see clearlybrittle hair that whisped about her face as though a photographer had caught her freeze-frame in the midst of a storm.
Someone approached me on the street. It was broad daylight, appalling. Questions were put to me as if I might know something.
The last word is written, the manuscript finished. Id wanted to make it seem as if everything had happened, not to me, but to someone else, for example a close friend whose misfortunes Id have witnessed and whose story Id have been in a good position to relate.
The continuation that made a Tijuana bible out of the insult man that made a man out of "Mac."