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Blood, Above Pesos, Proves a Lifeline for Those in Need
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At 9 a.m., a woman in a white nurse's uniform asked Reyes, "Are you the one with O-negative?"
"Oh, yes," he said, straightening up.
She pointed down the hall. Reyes Trujillo thought he might finally get this over with, but he was wrong. He was just waiting in a different place now.
A door swung open at 9:20 a.m., and a woman darted into the hallway carrying an armload of sloshing blood pouches pressed to her chest.
"Dum, duh, dum," Reyes Trujillo hummed, affecting the ominous tone of a B-movie thriller.
The door slammed shut and Reyes Trujillo slouched back into a chair.
"How much longer do you think this will take?" he asked.
More than an hour later, at 10:30 a.m., Reyes Trujillo asked the same question.
Morales glanced sheepishly at his new friend. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
