— Oh, sweetie. I’m in the hospital, but they treat me so well… The doctor is a gem, the nurses are wonderful, and the aides too… But the woman in the next bed…
— Hey, son, keep an eye on the house, it might get taken over by Moroccans. Or Blacks, the place is full of them.
— But Mom, you can’t just come to El Portús like that. They’ll be looking for you at the hospital.
— Mom, are you okay? For a moment it seemed like you were gone.
— I had gone to paradise.
— Heaven?
— No. El Portús.
