friends who are coming soon for the summer. They live in a dream world. They think everybody has a telephone and a car and eats steak for lunch. Idiots. Naive, maybe. But I was having fun and making good money, and that was all I cared about.
Pedro Juan and his neighbors live in a world of hustling, petty crime, and sometimes major crime, as when young desperadoes break into a neighbor’s shack and assault her with knives. They are driven to madness by hunger and need—as with the man who makes a small fortune selling calf livers on the black market, until it is discovered that they are human livers taken from the morgue where he works.




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