“People came out of their houses. They had already heard the story we were to pretend to believe. The Jeep had gone off the cliff on a bad turn. But their faces knew the truth.”
“A chill goes through her, for she feels it in her bones, the future is now beginning. By the time it is over, it will be the past, and she doesn't want to be the only one left to tell their story.”
“Ay, m'iijta,” she says, “You're going to fight everyone's fight, aren't you?” “It's all the same fight Mama.”Minerva Mirabal de Tavarez:
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