The Son, The Sudarium Trilogy - Book Two - Plot & Excerpts
Dodging groups of schoolchildren and mothers with clusters of babies, he made his way, past the roasted chicken stands, the one-counter specialty stores that sold light bulbs or blue jeans, leather cleaners or computer components - in defiance of the large supermarkets on the outskirts of town where one could buy all that and more under the same roof - past the luncheonettes and cheap jewelry emporiums, until he finally reached the Alameda. All the while, he tried to keep his mind clear, concentrating only on avoiding the pedestrians who, like squawking fowl on a country road, seemed unaware until the last minute that anyone or anything was coming toward them. It was all part of the eternal hurly-burly of Mexico; somewhere there was order under the disorder, awareness behind the apparent obliviousness, although to the uneducated eye, it all read as chaos. The comments had begun as far back as he could remember. Strangers noting how different he looked from his parents. Or his siblings.
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