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""Leno and Maria: A Success Story"" by Vincent P. Cano - 1985
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"No... do not go to open the door." He whispered. "They are soldiers; Diaz's men I am surprised that they have knocked and have even left the back door unguarded. Jesusa, listen carefully. Do not come of this kitchen even if I am forced to go with them. They would not hesitate to take you as well. There are the children to consider. I must go answer the door before they become impatient and decide to force themselves in and search the place." Zeferino gently released his hold on her arm, wiped the perspiration from his face, and walked to the front door. Before he turned the latch of the door, he quickly checked behind him to see if Jesusa has remained in the kitchen. Satisfied, he smiled and opened the door. "Good day, Captain, you are up early today. Are you on patrols? Is there something that I can do for you?" A large pot bellied man stood in the doorway towering over Zeferino as he looked in the front room ignoring his greeting. Near him stood five fully armed soldiers. Behind them, a patrol stood at attention. What struck fear into Zeferino's heart was that he noticed that most of the men in the patrol carried no arms and were dressed in civilian clothing. He prayed that Jesusa would follow his instructions as he watched the large man fumble through the soiled papers he held in his large stubby fingers. "Senor Zeferino Rodriguez?" he barked out as he handed down the crumpled papers to one of the soldiers at his side. "You are to come with us as Diaz and Mexico need you. Do not resist, senor, as you are not good to us dead. Are you alone? is the Senora home?" The Captain reached for his pistol and started for the doorway where Zeferino stood. "Yes, I am Senor Rodriguez." Zeferino answered respectfully as he stepped out of the doorway into the yard hoping this gesture would keep him from entering into the house. The Captain stopped and looked down at Zeferino. With as much sincerity as he could muster. Zeferino quickly continued. "My wife... she is not home. She is visiting relatives in Salamanca. You are welcome to search, Captain, but you will find no one here but me. I was on the road as I sell my goods all over this area and have just returned. As you can see, I have not had a chance to wash off the dust from the road." As he began to slap the dust from his trousers, two of the soldiers grabbed both of his arms and led him toward the patrol. . "What is the meaning of this? Where are you taking me? At least allow me to leave a note for my wife." As the soldiers pushed him in line with the others, Zeferino felt victorious in his performance for they did not search the house. However, as they marched off the distance between himself and his home slowly increased, so did his fear for his safety and the welfare of the family he was leaving behind. He had joined the countless victims of the leva. Edith O'Shaughnessy, the wife of the United States 11.
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"No... do not go to open the door." He whispered. "They are soldiers; Diaz's men I am surprised that they have knocked and have even left the back door unguarded. Jesusa, listen carefully. Do not come of this kitchen even if I am forced to go with them. They would not hesitate to take you as well. There are the children to consider. I must go answer the door before they become impatient and decide to force themselves in and search the place." Zeferino gently released his hold on her arm, wiped the perspiration from his face, and walked to the front door. Before he turned the latch of the door, he quickly checked behind him to see if Jesusa has remained in the kitchen. Satisfied, he smiled and opened the door. "Good day, Captain, you are up early today. Are you on patrols? Is there something that I can do for you?" A large pot bellied man stood in the doorway towering over Zeferino as he looked in the front room ignoring his greeting. Near him stood five fully armed soldiers. Behind them, a patrol stood at attention. What struck fear into Zeferino's heart was that he noticed that most of the men in the patrol carried no arms and were dressed in civilian clothing. He prayed that Jesusa would follow his instructions as he watched the large man fumble through the soiled papers he held in his large stubby fingers. "Senor Zeferino Rodriguez?" he barked out as he handed down the crumpled papers to one of the soldiers at his side. "You are to come with us as Diaz and Mexico need you. Do not resist, senor, as you are not good to us dead. Are you alone? is the Senora home?" The Captain reached for his pistol and started for the doorway where Zeferino stood. "Yes, I am Senor Rodriguez." Zeferino answered respectfully as he stepped out of the doorway into the yard hoping this gesture would keep him from entering into the house. The Captain stopped and looked down at Zeferino. With as much sincerity as he could muster. Zeferino quickly continued. "My wife... she is not home. She is visiting relatives in Salamanca. You are welcome to search, Captain, but you will find no one here but me. I was on the road as I sell my goods all over this area and have just returned. As you can see, I have not had a chance to wash off the dust from the road." As he began to slap the dust from his trousers, two of the soldiers grabbed both of his arms and led him toward the patrol. . "What is the meaning of this? Where are you taking me? At least allow me to leave a note for my wife." As the soldiers pushed him in line with the others, Zeferino felt victorious in his performance for they did not search the house. However, as they marched off the distance between himself and his home slowly increased, so did his fear for his safety and the welfare of the family he was leaving behind. He had joined the countless victims of the leva. Edith O'Shaughnessy, the wife of the United States 11.
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