Silence. Sounds of a machete hacking. And sometime later, Tomás’s voice, “I would rather stay here and be rained on every day and starve every other day.” There was a pause. “I would almost rather cut my own throat than go back.” “We will go back,” Jesusa said softly. “I know.” Tomás sighed. “Who else would have us anyway—except Jodahs’s people.”
