Chapitre 44: Chapter 44

It's not a bad walk to the river. The morning heat is still bearable, and my shoes are comfortable. Hank is limping slightly, but he doesn't complain, once. As we get closer to the river, we notice groups of people dotting the shore.

"Is this a vacation spot?" I ask Hank.

"It's a jumping off spot."

"I'm done with jumping."

"Figure of speech," he says. "They're pursuing the American dream."

"Oh," I say, finally understanding that we're about to sneak into our own country with a lot of illegal immigrants. "This isn't going to be easy, is it?"

"It depends where we are. The Chihuahua desert stretches over three American states. We could be going into a quiet area or a highly enforced area."

"Holy shitballs. What if we're droned?"

"Considering our relationship so far, the drone would miss you entirely and hit me," he says.

"We have a relationship?"

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