Anonymous {And.On.I.Must.} »

He sits in the back right corner of a crowded lecture staring intently at the middle flap of a black leather wallet imprinted along the edge with the words “Puerto Rico” repeated over and over. He is staring a picture; faded, as these pictures generally are. It’s of a young man and an even younger woman standing arm in arm on a boardwalk somewhere, smiling wide. Judging by the wardrobe choices, it was taken sometime in the late 1980s. Parents, no doubt.