It's San Jose, CA, and I'm sitting in the sun drinking a coffee.
There's a Gucci shop in front of me. Brooks Brothers to the right. Tumi to the left.
A shiny Corvette crawls by, an immaculate blonde at the wheel.
The man at the table next to me is talking into his BlackBerry. "The data is clean, Tom," he says.
I'm thinking about Father Felipe's wife back in the slum. I'm wondering how she is, if she is getting any treatment.
"Hunter," shouts a woman nearby to her son, "don't play in the fountain."
I take a sip of coffee and watch the little boy laughing and giggling.
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