They walked down the dark, narrow streets. The woman would stop mysteriously whenever she heard a noise that seemed unfamiliar to her. But they kept walking, farther and farther and Katey wondered if they would ever stop.
"What is your name?" Katey asked.
"Patricia." The woman answered. "Who are you?"
"Katey, Katey Miller."
The walked a little more.
"What do you want with Javier?"
"I used to know him some time ago, but we lost touch. I just want to make sure he is okay."
"Maybe he does not want to see you."
This hurt Katey, but she tried to hide it. "Maybe." She said.
Finally, they stopped on a sidewalk and Patricia turned to Katey.
"You will not tell him I told you where he was."
"If you don't want me to, I won't."
She nodded, and then pointed her finger toward a glowing window. The breeze blew her hair into her eyes and she tried to hold it back with her hand. She leaned over and glanced in the window. She saw Javier sleeping on the floor, a book in his hand. Katey smiled for a moment, he looked so sweet and peaceful.
Suddenly, a man ripped open the door. It was Carlos.
"Javi! Javier! You're going to be late for work! Go!"
Javier woke up almost frightened.
"What?" he said trying to look at his watch. "Oh, no." He clambered up off the floor and reached for his uniform shirt. Carlos took a hold of his brother by the shoulders.
"If you lose this job you are letting all of us down, Javier. Now go!"
Javier rushed out of the room and out the door.
What was that about? Katey thought to herself. She looked in the window only to see Carlos drinking his beer. Suddenly, he looked out the window, and saw her.
