AIM AND FIRE from Room 59 - sneak preview!

Preface
As she crossed the margin from Mexico to the United States
in the deceased quiet of a suffocating July darkness, Consuelo Maria
Jimenez didn’t drill to the possibility of opening a new
life, but in the room felt the stretched dread of entering a foreign
land. She shifted to a less racking position in the back of the
stifling body of jurors truck, filled to blast with other illegal immigrants
and lit only by the unsound glow of a few strewn
flashlights. Her keep one's look fixed alighted on her two pl of child, and as she
stared at their careful faces, she wondered again if this unsafe
journey into an unascertained futurewas the direct choice.
The determination to leave her homeland had been the easiest
part. Years of moderate, insidious dissolution by corruption from the
Mexican conduct had choked the the breath of life out of hundreds
of puny villages across the region, including her residence
of San Pedro Formula, forty miles occident of Oaxaca de Juárez.
The only choices for jobs were either low work for
poorly living hire in the city’s factories, or joining one
of the regional remedy cartels, with all of the peril, violence
and end of life that entailed.
Consuelo’s sister, who had stable in the U.S. several
years ago, had been persuading her to head-piece north and create
a new life in America. She had written of the possibilities
in Wisconsin, where she and her parents and children had settled, and
her perverseness—along with the money she had wired each
month—had equitable...
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