Audiobook - Adult - Maggie Bofill

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Here's a little story that's also a metaphor, or maybe a pattern in my life. It was a sunny September afternoon, the first day of school at Lorenzo de Zavala Senior High School, East Austin, 1997 and I was on top of the world. It was my sophomore year and yet had already been made assistant editor of the monthly Bugle, our school paper. I was sitting at my new desk, which was actually just a table, but closer to the teacher's desk, then the table where I had sat the day before, licking my teeth. Not only was I assistant editor, but I'd had my braces removed the week before, so I was literally sitting pretty prettier, I guess. Well, at least less nerdy looking than before. Erin Liber start. Our best boy reporter walked up and asked me how my summer had been. I'd always thought Erin was kind of cute but had never spoken to him. Outside of academic discussions on student council elections or the merits of various brands of glue stick salia there'll be no equipped with binoculars and wearing her best house dress and drop pearl earrings sits in her wicker swing guarding the north coast of Cuba. Square by square, she searches the night skies for adversaries, then scrutinizes the ocean, which is roiling with nine straight days of unseasonable April rains. No sign of goose ano traders. Celia is honored. The neighborhood committee has voted her little brick and cement house by the sea as the primary look out for Santa Teresa del March. From her porch, Celia could spot another Bay of Pigs invasion. Before it happened, she would be feted at the palace, serenaded by a brass orchestra seduced by a leader himself. On a red velvet Devyn, Celia brings the binoculars to rest in her lap and rubs her eyes with stiffened fingers.