From Prada To Nada Page #2

Okay, then after that?

I have a plan.

Bye, Carmina. I'll miss you.

- See you later.

- Take care.

This was your father's.

Thank you. Thank you.

So, where are we going?

East LA.

East LA?

I am really scared right now, Nora.

Like, we're gonna get shot.

Would you just calm down?

This place is perfectly safe.

Welcome to the barrio, mija.

- Drive. Just drive.

- Oh, my gosh.

Hey, it's fine.

Just calm down. Just drive.

Oh, my God.

Really?

What?

Nora, I can't.

Come on, look how happy she is.

She looks like the warden at a jail,

and we're the new meat.

Seriously, I will just go

and move in with Carrie, okay?

Her parents will adopt me.

You'd leave me here alone?

Well, no.

I would visit you on Sundays.

Okay, you know what? You're going

nowhere without me, all right?

I am taking the keys, all right?

Seriously, it's not funny.

- Nora!

- You need to come right now.

- Nora...

- Stop being so immature.

Nora!

- Don't leave me.

- Come on.

What do you think?

Fifteen minutes, and you are

on the other side of the border.

My God.

Hasn't changed in 10 years, no?

I can't thank you enough.

No, no, no, no, no.

Sorry, I don't...

They don't speak Spanish.

Is she planning living in there,

o que?

That's my stuff.

Yo, yo, relax.

I ain't the barrio killer.

Are you homeless?

No. Are you?

Sh*t, I need mace.

Look who's here.

There is a gang member

on your lawn.

No, mija, that's Bruno,

my neighbor.

Okay, well, he's creepy.

Not everything that stinks is caca,

mijita.

- Go home. Okay? - Hurry up,

before they charge you. Go.

- She is Nora.

- Hi.

Yo, you're good.

We got your back out here, all right?

All right.

And the other one

with no smile is la Mary.

Nice to meet you, Mary.

It's Mary. And I'm not tipping you.

That's good,

'cause I don't take IOUs.

Go ahead, go ahead. Sit down.

We have wonderful and delicious

churros y chocolates.

This neighborhood used to be Jewish,

then Japanese, then Mexican.

It's totally Calcutta.

Except it's less hot,

and there's a breeze.

- We gotta get out of here.

- And go where?

Four Seasons.

You know what?

There's lice on that mattress.

Then you won't sleep alone.

Why don't you get ready for bed?

Nora, I miss Dad.

Me, too.

That stupid mustache.

It wasn't even original.

It was that Pedro guy.

Infante.

Yeah, Pedro Infante.

But Mom looked more

like that Dolores River lady.

- River lady?

- I don't know her name.

It was del Rio or something.

Yeah. You know what?

She would have looked like

anything Dad wanted her to.

I really miss him, Nora.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't say "sorry".

Don't say "sorry".

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna be okay.

I'm gonna figure it out.

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