The Mexican American Bandit
by Myriam Gurba
Nov 06, 2017
3 minutes
Good artists imitate; great artists steal. In our new series, Stolen, writers share stories of theft.
My ex-wife stared as she watched my maternal grandmother slide a chicken into her purse. When she noticed she was being watched, my grandmother locked eyes with my ex-wife. In her thick Guadalajara accent, my grandmother bellowed, “For the dogs.” Her dogs were waiting outside of the buffet, in her truck. It was Mother’s Day and they were her most beloved.
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