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“Now, everyone’s worried that they will deport our relatives. What will we do? There is no work here. Look at what happened to Señor Jaime.”

“It’s so sad that Señor Jaime came back in this way,” Zamora said.

There are only three British-trained runners - Ahoy Senor, The Real Whacker and Royale Pagaille - and they are all outsiders.

If I close my eyes, I can map their home as it stood in my childhood — the daughters’ bedrooms I would hang out in and watch MTV when mami let me accompany her to work; the laundry room where she ironed the señor’s shirts; the pictures of their daughters when they were bright-faced little girls, the tiny garden house where my sisters and I pretended to be Snow White; their home theater that felt like a museum of cinema.

When Papi died, Mrs. J. and the señor came to his wake.