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In a few short years, the carefree fifties morph into a vicious and repressive dictatorship highlighted by corruption, organized gambling, school closures, student demonstrations, police brutality, and assassinations.
As Ramon experiences the thrills of his first romantic relationship, graduates from school, and struggles to plan for an uncertain future, he is forced to make important decisions that may be dangerous to him, his family, his friends, and his girlfriend – the beautiful Sonia -- and could turn deadly.
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ExcerptA car turned the corner with a screeching of tires. With mechanical harmony, another creeching echoed from the opposite direction.
Siren noises combined to wreck the peacefulness and drown my father’s voice as two cars skidded face to face in front of my house. I recognized the blue and white stripes. Car doors opened and slammed. A stream of policemen armed with rifles and machine guns crashed through the garden door and spilled over our garden like insects.
My mother shrieked once. My father stood paralyzed.
I stared in growing disbelief at the bulk who loped into the garden and stopped just outside the bright range of the porch lights. The clean-shaven face, the brittle smile, were familiar to me. So was the voice.
‘Buenas noches,’ Santana said. ‘Lovely night, isn’t it?’
Even with a veneer of politeness, Santana’s voice made the hair in the back of my neck stand on end.
‘What's the meaning of this?’ my father asked, surprising me. ‘Crashing into our house, as if we were common criminals.’
Santana’s stare was cold. ‘Just doing my duty, Señor Rodriguez.’
He turned to me, smoothing out the front of my dinner jacket with his hand. ‘You're very elegant tonight,’ he said. ‘Don’t tell me, let me guess. You were at the Club Profesionales, weren’t you?’
‘Yes, we were,’ my mother said sharply, ‘and we had to leave because of some terrorists. Disgusting. And on his graduation dance night too.’ She glared at Santana.
He gave her a polite smile, more of a smirk, and turned to me.
‘Being in the building as you were, you could have planted that bomb very easily, couldn’t you?’
‘What? You think I…? No!’
‘No, I couldn’t.’ My heart pounded in my chest. ‘My mother can testify to that.’
My mother had turned a chalky white and her lips were open and round like an O. She seemed at a loss for words.
About the Author:
A member of MENSA, David earned his MBA from Pepperdine University in California. He earned bachelor degrees in English literature and mathematics at the University of South Florida in Tampa.
He lives in artistic Asheville, North Carolina, with his youngest daughter Sophia, where he teaches mathematics and English at the Asheville-Buncombe Community College. He loves sports and is an accomplished competitor in track and show-jumping equestrian events.