Snowflakes began to fall around me as she held the taser up
to my face.
“Understand? You tell him to marry me, ‘Brother’, or I make
your life a living hell, then I turn you over to the cops, got it?” she barked
in our native tongue.
A few hours later, her potential green card got me alone,
although I saw her hiding in the bushes.
“So look, I love her, but I need to know, before she came
here, was she, well…”
I considered my options.
“She’s as pure as New York
snow.”
They both reacted how I hoped.
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