The House On Mango Street Monologue

PROLOGUE

The crowd occupied several blocks from the Tokyo side street. The organizers had negotiated with the authorities and were committed to minimize disruptions to the countless pedestrians, drivers of cars, motorcycles and bicycles and neighbors. The vast majority of attendees were young men dressed in black or dark suits using generally no tie, although there were some in leather jackets; there were many veterans, eager to remember the glorious hours of the organization occurred of course when they were active. There were even some women, though rare.
The outfits were then varied but generally sober. What was common to all attendees was that under those clothes all had complex designs of rituals tattoos; also, designs had been
She walked the blocks that separated her house in Belgrano to the nearest line D subway station. The boy’s face appeared briefly in her mind but she shook her head to chase that thought away. The young woman was however in good humor and in the depths of her mind she knew the reason. In class she would likely find him and no doubt he would find a way to sit beside her, though pretending to do it casually. Nancy watched her skirt and managed to pull it up so as to leave her bare knees. She could not leave her house that way because her mother would reproach. The girl entered the Faculty of Economics and went to the classroom where she had classes on Tuesdays. There she took a seat making sure that there was another free place beside her. As she waited Nancy peered with the corner of her eye the entrance of the classroom, while growing impatient. At last she saw him coming and swallowed a sigh. His tall although somewhat lanky silhouette, his tousled red hair and his several days beard of the same tone caused her some emotion she tried to hide. He kept his eyes straight ahead pretending not to have seen Nancy, performance that caused her some tension.
Lucas stared around like looking for site in several seats, but finally sat down beside