24 of them, half boys, half girls. Youngest is 8 maybe, oldest 13-14. Dirty and scrawny, been on foot a long time. Children's crusade.
Struck camp on nearly the same spot as los mexicanos. 30 years and a lifetime ago.
I've spent 2 nights listening to them. English. Literate. One of them reads stories while the little ones fall asleep.
They escaped someplace they call "The School" but can't figure out where it was. When they want a little one to behave they tell him to stop or "The Principal will get you."
Principal better not show up or I'll blow his goddamn head off. I can still shoot straight.