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     Julian turned to him, looked straight into his eyes, and paused, he then smiled, stretched out his hand, and replied that everything was fine, but Julian knew something wasn't right. The man introduced himself as Doctor Cortéz, and Julian was Jose. Julian sat down, but not before rolling the chair back another foot or two, adding more space between them; the doctor opted to sit on the edge of the desk. Julian's only detail provided by CUBICULO is that the doctor goes by the last name Fonseca. Still, it wasn't unusual for accounts he often deals with to use fictitious names; of course, it goes both ways.

    "¿En que te puedo ayudar Jose?" the doctor asked, how he could be of service. 

   Julian decided to go along with this unexpected situation and see where it will lead to. At this point, he was no longer in a rush to finalize the job. However, there was still a chance others would soon show up; from the moment he stepped into the building, things were no longer going to go the way he planned. Julian's plan was to hide, wait for the doctor to arrive, break his neck, and then leave. 

    "Tengo problemas en dormir Doctor." Jose-the patient admitted he is having trouble sleeping. 

   Julian proceeded to tell the doctor about his sleepless nights, of course, without revealing the true reason why. He cannot sleep since that tragic event that changed his life several years ago, which now has him on this path. He drinks half a bottle of tequila before going to bed and wakes up in the night in a cold sweat. In the middle of probing questions by the doctor and not so honest responses from the patient, the doctor suddenly changed the subject.

    "Discúlpame José por la pregunta, pero ¿hablas Inglés?" The doctor wants to know if Julian speaks English. 

   "Si lo hablo ¿porque la pregunta?" Julian admits he does, curious about the question. 

The doctor began to speak English with a heavy Spanish accent. 

   "You speak like a pocho, and I haven't spoken English since my time at the University. I don't get to practice often in these areas. I thought I would take advantage of this opportunity and have the conversation in English instead if that is fine with you?"

   Like many Mexican children, Julian, who ended up in the United States as a young child, go through their native tongue's erosion. With passing years, their Spanish diminishes as English becomes their primary language and they become a pocho. Julian is accustom to being mocked for it. Just as the doctor eagerly wants to practice English, Julian too often finds himself wishing to speak only Español; obviously, it still needs improvement.

     "Si está bien supongo." Julian reluctantly agrees.

  "¡Perfecto!", the doctor's response was followed by a loud clap and a huge smile on his face.

    "You know Julian, my favorite city is San Francisco? My wife and I spent our honeymoon there years ago and kept going back every year." 

    The doctor paused for a moment, gazed upward with a sigh, and reflected on what seemed to be unforgettable memories.

    "So tell me, Julian, how long did you live in the United States, and what brings you back to Mexico?"

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