ABSTRACT
101One of my favorite stories that las tías used to tell was about their brother and my grandfather, Alfredo. One day, as my grandparents were strolling in the Plaza after leaving Sunday mass, a man apparently tried to pick my grandfather’s pocket. Alfredo was a large, strong man, and he caught the thief in the act. Rather than beating the perpetrator or having him arrested, he grabbed tightly onto the man’s hand and continued undaunted, walking through the park with my grandmother as though nothing had happened. Onlookers laughed and ridiculed the thief as they realized what had happened and as they saw him stumbling behind my grandfather.
