Tacos to Go and Go and Go

 

“Man?”

 

“Old man in a raggedy yellow cardigan.”

 

Raul, a young guy in his twenties stepped back and looked at me in surprise.  His lips formed the words Oh no, but no sound came out.  “Tell the lady,” he said slowly, “tell her it’s okay to go inside.  Just knock.  It’s okay.  Probably.”





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