Born a Crime

breaking down, and my mom would
take it there to get it repaired. We
met this really cool guy there, Abel,
one of the auto mechanics. I’d see
him when we went to fetch the car.
The car broke down a lot, so we
were there a lot. Eventually it felt
like we were there even when there
was nothing wrong with the vehicle.
I was six, maybe seven. I didn’t
understand everything that was
happening. I just knew that
suddenly this guy was around. He
was tall, lanky and lean but strong.
He had these long arms and big
hands. He could lift car engines and
gearboxes. He was handsome, but