Sons With No Mothers (A Short Story on Greed)
Every time I meet Adelmo and Jaime (these two sons without mothers) they greet me, walking with or without friends, down the streets or in the plaza of Huancayo, Peru, they put their hands out to me. "Hello Lee, old friend," they say to me. I tell them, "You have no blood in your face." It is bad and a cold insult to a Peruvian. But true in their cases, and they know it. And it doesn't faze them. And they tell me some sad story of how little they have. They make it very sad, they even believe what they're telling me, believe in their own lies.
