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His request had been accepted without comment by the provincials concerned.
In December, he called A
Before they could react, he told them about La Perla, in stark statistical detail. He had no illusions and refused to let the Edwardses harbor any. All they could hope for was a chance of salvaging a few lives out of the thousands of souls cramming the slum.
"Well, I don't know," A
Hand raised, he swore, "Every weekend. And gunshot wounds, too. And car wrecks." They all knew it was gallows humor. There would be babies born to thirteen-year-olds who would show up at the clinic with "stomachaches." Backs and shoulders wrenched, wrists damaged, knees torn at the kapok factory. Hands opaline with infected cuts, gone bad from the bacteria and toxins in the offal at the fish-processing plant. Sepsis, diabetes, melanomas, botched abortions, asthma, TB, malnutrition, STDs. Liquor and drugs and hopelessness and rage pounded deep into the gut. "The poor you will always have with you," Jesus said. A warning, Emilio wondered, or an indictment?
He saw A
"I can't see either of us taking up golf," A
"Right. We're outta here," George declared.
And so, in May of 2016, A
Emilio began his own work simply: cleaning up the mission's physical plant, organizing and surveying things, quietly getting acquainted with the neighborhood again. He worked within the existing programs, at first—the baseball league, the after-school stuff.
But he was always alert to the possibility that this child or that one could climb out and escape, if someone cared. He bought a lot of bolita tickets, giving the numbers away but keeping track of children with a talent for statistics, luring them to George, who let them play with his web links and who began tutoring a couple of kids who might do well in math. He found a child, a young girl, weeping over a dog hit by a car, and brought A
And there was a little horror named Felipe Reyes who hawked stolen goods right outside the clinic, a boy with the foulest mouth the widely experienced A
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George settled in as well, making endless lists, changing the locks on every door, window and storage cabinet in the clinic, overhauling the software linking the Jesuit Center with webs and libraries, installing the used but serviceable medical equipment A
That was where he met Jimmy Qui
"George," A
"No, I don't believe so, now that you mention it."
"Seems like we should have met them by now. I don't know. There are undercurrents in the neighborhood I don't understand," A
"Well, there're a lot of little evangelical churches in La Perla. Maybe it's some kind of religious rivalry. Hard to tell."
"What if we gave a party? At the clinic, I mean. Might break the ice."
"Sure," George shrugged. "Free food is always a good draw."
So A
"Where the hell did you learn to do magic tricks?" she whispered to him afterward, as shoals of kids passed around and between the legs of adults dishing out ice cream.
Emilio rolled his eyes. "Do you have any idea how long the nights are near the Arctic Circle? I found a book. And I had a lot of time to practice."
When it was all over, A
"He believed you," Emilio cried, sweeping up the colored paper and confetti.
"Oh, he did not! He knew I was kidding," George said, stuffing trash into a bag.
"What? Who believed what?" A
Emilio fished the bowl out and stacked it with the others. "One of the kids asked George how old he was—"
"So I told him I was a hundred and sixteen. He knew it was a joke."
"George, he's only five! He believed you."
"Oh, swell. Nice way to get to know people in the neighborhood, George. Lie to their kids!" A
The first fiesta was such a success that others, larger and even more fun, followed. There was always some health issue tied in. A