The Power of Stories

Isabel returned to Kobuchah and listened to stories proud that she knew so many of them. She was proud too of her special gifts, none more than her ability to escape at night unseen as if her secret was itself a power she could hold over the others. One early morning Isabel found a man silhouetted under the street lamp at the corner of four street and farmer's lane. At first she thought he might be Al or rattle snake playing a trick on her,. perhaps acting the part of a story they told her. But he wasn't. He was Rodrigo, the work camp supervisor, her cousin's husband. We know where you've been, Rodrigo told her.