Born and raised in Mexico, Mara had convinced me to come with her on a road trip through the center of the country on the way to her tia’s house in San Luis Potosi. I had reservations about the trip, but Mara said, “I can get Miguel to go, if you won’t.” I had no idea who Miguel was, only that Mara’s father frowned and called him a cabrón, which was like calling him a dick. Next thing I knew I was driving her car through the southeastern United States headed to Texas and then down into Mexico...
