The burros seek and munch with their long silk ears angled towards the hot sky. Their necks and knobby knees make Geryon sad. No not sad, he decides, but what? Ancash’s mother says a few fast harsh Spanish words out her side of the car. She seems to be stating her mind boldly today, perhaps he will do the same. What is it about burros? he says aloud. Guess they’re waiting to inherit the earth, she answers him in English with a little rough laugh that he thinks about all the rest of the day.
