Steve Cora sat patiently in his friend, Sun Ana’s house. The home was poorly organized even though it was inhabited by four women: Sun Ana of twelve years, Kay of sixteen years, Mai of seventeen years, and their mother, Sun if forty-five years. Clusters of various objects were scattered around the living room as if they were forming rural villages. There was a faint smell of day old spaghetti and chipped nail polish.

Steve thought of what would happen if the villages waged war and who would come out on top. He laughed as he thought of a telephone book crushing candy wrappers and shattering useless light bulbs. He thought of a pacifist doll standing in a cornier and displaying her anti-war feelings by passing out flowers encouraging everyone to put down their arms while declaring peace. One stuffed animal held up a peace sign, but to only thrust its fingers into the doll’s eyes.

Finally, young Sun Ana came out of the bathroom to find Steve amusing himself with childish thoughts. She looked at Steve, “Sorry to keep you waiting, but I had some unfinished business to take care of.” Steve stood up and signaled toward the door, so they walked outside.

Sun Ana’s sister Kay was standing outside next to her cousin, Sasha’s house, which was adjacent to her house. She was short with long bleached blonde hair. Kay was an Asian girl tring to be white. She smiled at Steve who had no shame of his Spanish ancestors.

“She likes you Steve!” Sun Ana announced. Steve wasn’t very self-confident, “No she dosen’t.” Sun Ana’s eyebrows caved in, “What she does! She told me, my mom, and Mai… even Sasha. The truth is within us all.” Steve just thought, “Truth? It’s more like a fantasy.”