Chapter 12: Across the Border
Chapter 12
Across the Border
Monterrey, Mexico
Juanita and Rosalie finished their walk down the dusty gravel road to the warehouse. They passed by the guards with the guns and waved to the drivers, killing time as they waited for their shipments. For the past six months every day began the same for them. Six days a week, ten hours a day.
“More new drivers,” Juanita said.
“Stupid boys is what they are,” Rosalie added, then tossed her coffee cup into the trash as she walked through the door. In the next room, an eight by ten rectangle with no furniture and bare walls, they stripped their clothes, placing them into a bin with their names written in marker. Rosalie pressed a button on the opposite wall, and a metal door opened. They walked through naked.
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