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The sun shines down from a clear blue sky, making Consuela’s recently polished windows sparkle. The house takes little time to keep clean, not like the family casa in Mexico, where her mama wages a daily battle against tiny grains of sand.
Consuela puts away her duster. The rest of the day stretches emptily before her. She wishes her English was better so she could get a job. She had expected to pick up