It's from Achy Obejas.

Obejas.It was exactly noon, and the last of the weekend breakfast crowd filtered out of the diner.

From the booth-lined back wall, a young woman made her way to the front to pay her check.

She was tall, with reddish-brown hair to her shoulders.

She had a tattoo on her left wrist, a delicately etched silver and green double-headed axe.

All around her, the busboys and waitresses kept moving, the dishes clattering on the large trays.

Lupe, a voice called from behind her.

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It's from Achio Bejas.

It was exactly noon, and the last of the weekend breakfast crowd filtered out of the diner.

From the booth-lined back wall, a young woman made her way to the front to pay her check.

She was tall, with reddish-brown hair to her shoulders.

She had a tattoo on her left wrist, a delicately etched silver-and-green double-headed axe.

All around her, the busboys and waitresses kept moving, the dishes clattering on the large trays.

"'Lupe!' a voice called from behind her.