I couldn’t remember that conversation.
He continued.
“Después, Kyle me advirtió que no me pusiera en contacto contigo de nuevo. Dijo que alguien de mi edad no encontraría fácilmente otro trabajo”.
Luis had two grandchildren living with him.
He couldn’t risk losing his income.
I rested a hand on his shoulder.
“You shouldn’t have had to choose between speaking up and protecting your family. I should have listened.”
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
I kept thinking about Walt.
Mrs. Kowalczyk.
El frasco de donación perdido.
Y la fotografía sonriente de mi madre colgando sobre la caja registradora.
Eventually, Denise turned on the bedside lamp.
“Frank, what’s bothering you?”
I told her everything.
When I finished, she looked at me.
“Then fire Kyle.”
“Based on what? He’ll deny everything, show me his financial reports, and claim the complaints are from unhappy customers.”
