The crowd backed away quickly to form a small open circle where Baron Glory fell. He hit the street hard, landing flat on his back on the asphalt road. Even from a distance, I could see that there was no life in his eyes, though I couldn’t see much more of him than that due to all of the people standing around him in shock. The sticker sheets he’d been holding fell as well, the sheets scattering in the wind on their way down, but hardly anyone paid attention to the stickers which, moments before, had had the attention of everyone in the street.
Then one of the people in the crowd—a man who I recognized as Dr. Joel Gonzales, the doctor my family went to whenever we got sick—darted forward and, kneeling beside Baron Glory, checked his neck and felt his pulse.
Then Dr. Gonzales looked aroun
