Something to respect

"HELOÍSA, your house has been invaded! I'll call the police," said my next-door neighbor on the phone.

I was alone, doing chores in a room at the back, years ago, when I lived in Miami. She was calling to tell me that there was a party on my front lawn and five cars parked on my flower beds. She insisted I had the right to expel them because this was my private property.

"They are drunk, probably drugged. They are awful. It looks like their 'boss' has a gun. And they're speaking Spanish!" she exploded.

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