Wendy awoke to the bright lights and amonia scents of the hospital, she blinked bleary eyed, she felt hungry and her throat was dry, then she felt hands go around her and she shuddered as memories, vivid as if from only moments ago of the mexicans who raped her in the orange groves and of Mr.Patterson and his boys, but Wendy heard the familiar voice of her mother “Its okay…its okay..”
Wendy hugged her mom tight and they talked about what had happened, Wendy remembered the threat Mr.Patterson had made and told her that the mexicans had done everything that Mr.Patterson and his boys had actually done.
