Kiki raised the small slab that separated the counter from the rest of the office over her head and carefully, she returned it to the latch.

I was born in 1968, a little before the modern explosive technological innovations and inventions,

Several beads of sweat had broken out on my forehead and my armpits were beginning to itch, but I watched on. In a moment that never seemed to be coming at first, Papa Solo emerged from his room, armed with a large machete, his eyes full of hate as he dashed for the gathered posse, everyone dispersing almost immediately.