I am impatient by nature. How could I not be? A wiry Greek father and Mexican mother created me. I grew up waiting to use the bathroom, to get fed, to get a word in. I’m a late bloomer. It seems I wait longer than most. So I thought I’d done my time.
Well, I hadn’t lived in Juárez.
Chapter XV – August 1998
“We continue to pop balloons and wait for Marty. Waiting has taken on a new meaning for me; it now has a personality: it’s the boring neighbor who comes to visit you at the wrong time of day and doesn’t take a hint that you want them to leave….
It’s after two in the morning; my heart is pounding out of my chest. Some random noise woke me up….
I go to bed, but I can’t sleep. I wait for another sound. I wait for relief from my back pain. I wait for daylight. I wait for Marty. I wait for the judges. I wait for the petition. Wait, negate, late, mate, fate, bait, date, rate, gate, placate, exacerbate, investigate, emulate, masticate, escalate, fornicate.
I just want to go home with my sons before something does happen to us.
W = wallow
A = anxious
I = impatient
T = tempest
I = inferno
N = neglect
G = gnaw