ard. I was allowed to see her once, a brief, supervised visi

y rooms. She carried a silver t

er smile dripping with poison. "Wesle

e aroma was earthy, famil

r family's old ranch in Texas. The one the government confiscated. I heard they're plo

od. It was the heart of the Chavez family, a

wards me. "Drink. A to

up the spoon and slowly, deliberately, ate every last drop

t night, the

me. He looked

ther. She was apprehended trying to cross the border a fe

mother, who I thought

her," I said, m

rhaps. But first, a little public penance is

e Lincoln Memorial on a scorching hot July day. I was to "pray" for t

id, "and you can

the soles of my feet. Tourists gawked and took pictures. The press fil

taken back to the White

his tone flat. "A co

hoked out. "When

his eyes empty

y a few hours ago," he said calmly. "