Excerpted From "Loteria: A Novel" by Mario Alberto Zambrano. Copyright © 2013 Mario Alberto Zambrano. With Permission of Harper Publishing.

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his room has spiders. Y? Its not like You dont see them. The way they move their legs and carry their backs and creep in the dark when youre not looking. You see us, verdad? You see what we see? Its not like You dont know what were thinking when we lie down at night and look up at the ceiling, or when we crawl in our heads the way these spiders crawl over furniture. Its never made sense why people think Youre only there at church and nowhere else. Not at home or in the yard or the police station. Or under a bed.
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Mario Alberto Zambrano When I first walked in there was a wooden desk and a chair that wobbled when I sat in it, next to a thin bed with a green blanket. Tencha said the room needed something so she started buying me roses from the flower shop in Magnolia Park and putting them on the windowsill. From one day to the next I watch the petals fall to the floor and thats when I notice the spiders. They crawl to the cracks in the wall when she comes to visit then crawl out again when she leaves. Im at my desk doing what she told me to do, because she said I should write as much as I can, even if its one word, one sentence. Let the cards help you, mama. chale ganas. My name is Luz. Luz Mara Castillo. And Im eleven years old. Youve known me since before I was born, Im sure, but I want to start from the beginning. Because who else should I speak to but You? Its been five days since Ive been here and I dont have anything but a weeks worth of clothes and a deck of Lotera. The best thing to do now is to be patient and cooperative, they say, otherwise Ill be sent to Casa de Esperanza. Tencha cant have custody, not unless we move back 2
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Lotera to Mexico, and they say that whenever Im ready to talk itll make things easier. But Tencha told them she filed her papers and has been working here for eight years, so why dont they let me go? Why cant she take me? Im waiting for the day she walks in and tells me to pack my bags because were going home, wherever that is. Julias a counselor here and looks like she could be looking by the in college, skinny and black, but gringa- things she wears. She tries to talk to me at lunch as she flips her hair to one side like a feathered wing. She brings me issues of Fama magazine and points to the photos and asks, Like her music? Shes pretty, huh? Then she looks at me like if Im one of those stories you hear about on the ten oclock news. Like one of those women who leave their kids in the car with the windows rolled up while they go grocery shopping. Or a story about some punk kid who molests a girl after school. Or some father who finds out his sons gay and rams a broomstick up his butt until it bleeds. And whoever reports the story on the news channel has this concerned look over her face standing outside the hospital room where the sons recovering. She 3
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Mario Alberto Zambrano looks into the camera and repeats what the father said to his son as he stood over him with the broomstick in his hand: You sure you want to be gay, son? Im Papis daughter, but still. That story is a true story and that boy was my age and when I saw him on television, I felt bad for him. I wanted to spit in that newscasters face, the way she pretended like she cared. To her it was just another story, but to that boy, he mustve been sore, mustve been hurting real bad and wondering what it was going to be like once he got home. Theres a guy named Ricardo staying in one of the rooms on the opposite side of the building. He has dreadlocks that fall to his knees but he twists them the way you wring a mop and plops them on his head. One night we were watching The Price Is Right in the common room and he told me he liked to do something called blow. His foster parents found him cutting lines on the kitchen counter and thats why they turned him in. Thats why hes getting counseling. He said Casa de Esperanza is where they take kids when nobody wants them. After Tencha saw him she told me to stay away from him. 4
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Lotera When Im sitting by myself by the window doodling on paper, Julia comes up to me and tries to act like shes my best friend. What are you drawing? she asks. I can help you. Why dont you let me help you? Then she sits there, staring at me. Y? Its not like Im a piece of news in the Chronicle she can pick up and read. Its not like that. If anything, its a telenovela with a ranchera in the background playing so loud you cant even hear your thoughts anymore. Like that movie Nosotros los pobres, when Pedro Infante is accused of killing his wife. He didnt do it and only his daughter Chachita believes him. Half the movie is not knowing what happened, whether he killed her or not. Everyone thinks hes guilty, but hes not. Hes just poor. Chachita visits him in jail and pleads to the officers to let him go. She has braids in pigtails and throws her arms over her head like Hallelujah! She falls to the floor, crying with tears over her cheeks, all slobbery, all dramatic, like one of those old ladies at church whos lost her husband, praying, Por qu me haces esto, Seor? Por favor, Dios mio! 5
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Mario Alberto Zambrano Tencha says I should tell Julia whatever she wants to know. If I dont want to talk then I should write it down because we have to get Papi out of jail. That way we can go home and be together again. The only way he can get out of jail is if I open up, she says. Why dont you use the cards to help you, mama? ndale. Write it down in a journal, like that they can see what happened. Like that they can see he didnt do anything wrong. At first, I didnt want to. I didnt feel like it. Besides, Tencha wouldnt believe me. Or maybe she would. Maybe she knows what it was like but never wanted to believe it in the first place because she loves her brother too much. Either way, Im keeping this as mine. What I write is for You and me and no one else. Theres this spider at the edge of my desk and shes looking at me like if Im her Virgen de Guadalupe. I dont want her touching me or getting too close, and I know shes not poisonous, but still. I could blow her off in one breath if I wanted to. Im thinking of smashing her, then cleaning her off with my sock and acting like it never 6
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Lotera appened. But when I raise my hand and close my eyes I h hear her scream. Julia says the reason I dont say anything is because Im in deep pain. Like if pain were something she knew looked like me. I hear her when she talks to Tencha outside my room. Because Im eleven she treats me like some kid. The way she looks at me, feeling sorry for me, scared, but at the same time frustrated. Like if answers are overdue and behind her pity shes upset that Im not cooperating. I used to tell You I pray for Your will. Recuerdas? I used to make the sign of the cross in the dark while I was in bed and tell you how much I loved You. That I wish for the best and I pray for your will. Well, I do, but maybe Ill smash this spider. Mom used to say that life was full of tests. And if we pass, well be in Your grace. Maybe if she named me Milagro instead of Luz this wouldve never happened. If I wait for this spider to crawl out of this room, then maybe I can go after her. And on the other side of this wall therell be this underwater world and Ill swim to the deep end and float next to one of those electrical fish that light 7
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Mario Alberto Zambrano up in the dark. And maybe hell sting me or split me into pieces or eat me alive. But then everything will be over and no one will remember because Ill be down there in the dark with nothing around me. With no fish, no light. No Luz. Then what?
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