D.A.R.
Chato had just been released on parole from a seven-year stint at Huntsville and was back in Browntown.
Over time, he ran into the woman he had been with when he had been nabbed by the drug-sniffing dogs with a few kilos of cocaine tucked inside the engine compartment of his car.
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A plea bargain had been struck by his court-appointed attorneys and Chato had gone off to the pen.
He had kept in touch with the woman over that time, and more than once out had tried to find out where he stood among the suitors he was sure had been sniffing around his jaina. She and Chato had known each other since their days at Brownsville High School, way back in the late 1960s.
It was the days o the chucos and he was de la Southmost.
They had met her at Mrs. Ferraez's English class.
One afternoon when they were having some 16-ounce Naturals with a little bit of pollo under the mesquite of her back yard, he pressed for an answer.
"Chona, tell me the truth," he asked her. "Has there been anyone else? I will understand. Sabes que te quiero un chingo."
She sighed and looked at him with some impatience.
"Ok, Chato, she said. "Do I love you? Let me count the gueys."
Chato had just been released on parole from a seven-year stint at Huntsville and was back in Browntown.
Over time, he ran into the woman he had been with when he had been nabbed by the drug-sniffing dogs with a few kilos of cocaine tucked inside the engine compartment of his car.
A plea bargain had been struck by his court-appointed attorneys and Chato had gone off to the pen.
He had kept in touch with the woman over that time, and more than once out had tried to find out where he stood among the suitors he was sure had been sniffing around his jaina. She and Chato had known each other since their days at Brownsville High School, way back in the late 1960s.
It was the days o the chucos and he was de la Southmost.
They had met her at Mrs. Ferraez's English class.
One afternoon when they were having some 16-ounce Naturals with a little bit of pollo under the mesquite of her back yard, he pressed for an answer.
"Chona, tell me the truth," he asked her. "Has there been anyone else? I will understand. Sabes que te quiero un chingo."
She sighed and looked at him with some impatience.
"Ok, Chato, she said. "Do I love you? Let me count the gueys."