 arm and told her they were going to the secondary office. A line of Mexicans grouchily backed up at the entry turnstile while Poldo Alarcon chatted up an old buddy suddenly stopped their chatter and looked aghast at Elvis as he took Gia Maria's arm and started to lead her away.

"Do you think that gringo bastard is the father?" Said an older woman who was suspicious of the motives of the entire spectrum of male humanity. "And he's going to force her to have an abortion?"

"I wish it were so simple. I believe they're going to take her baby and sell it," said another woman who was in second term as the elected head of the Nogales Conspiracy Theorists League. Adding, "we have long suspected there was a baby selling ring in the area."

"You might be right," said a paunchy middle aged man in the line behind Ms Conspiracy Theorist who was the owner of Friendly Osvaldo's Payday Loan Company. "Those gringos will do anything for money." Even the terminally oblivious Poldo Alarcon stopped in mid-chat when he heard the commotion in the border queue and looked over with no little irritation at Elvis departing with Gia Maria in tow.

"Since when do we provide escorts to the hospital," blurted out the, as usual, terminally oblivious Poldo as Elvis and Gia Maria left the building. Both of them reluctantly, for their own very, very different reasons.

As they went out the door onto Grand Avenue dog handler Tirso Garibaldi was just coming up from secondary with his dog, Marco Polo, which Tirso was wont to say, was just like the dog's namesake, Marco Polo, "and real great at discovering stuff." Tirso was a member of that segment of humanity that Elvis' buddy Pancho referred to as being "....one of those guys who are a ounce short of a pound. Though, in Tirso's case, I'd take away an extra ounce." Tirso was out to give the dog some exercise, and not so coincidentally to placate his grumbling bosses about his less than enthusiastic enforcement attitude, by running Marco Polo past the cars coming off the primary lanes from Mexico.

Suddenly Marco Polo's doggie antennae sprang to life quicker than a teenager's erection at a
arm and told her they were going to the secondary position. A credit line of Mexicans grouchily backed up at the entry turnstile while Poldo Alarcon chew the fat up an old buddy suddenly stopped their yak and count aghast at Elvis as he took Gia Maria's arm and started to lead her aside. 

 " Do you think that gringo bastard is the founder? " Said an older woman who was suspicious of the motives of the integral spectrum of male humanity. " And he's going to force her to own an abortion? " 

 " I wish it were so elementary. I believe they're die to take her baby and sell it, " said another woman who was in second condition as the elected head of the Nogales Conspiracy Theorists League. Adding, " we have long suspected there was a baby selling ring in the area. " 

 " You might be right, " said a paunchy middle aged man in the line behind Ms Conspiracy Theorist who was the owner of Friendly Osvaldo's Payday Loan Company. " Those gringos will do anything for money. " Even the terminally oblivious Poldo Alarcon stopped in mid - new world chat when he heard the commotion in the molding queue and look over with no little irritation at Elvis departing with Gia Maria in tow. 

 " Since when do we leave escorts to the hospital, " blurted out the, as usual, terminally oblivious Poldo as Elvis and Gia Maria leave the building. Both of them reluctantly, for their own very, very different reasons. 

 As they went out the door onto Grand Avenue dog coach Tirso Garibaldi was just coming up from secondary with his dog, Marco Polo, which Tirso was wo nt to allege, was merely like the dog's namesake, Marco Polo, " and real great at discovering stuff. " Tirso was a extremity of that segment of humanity that Elvis' buddy Pancho referred to as being ".... one of those guy who are a ounce short of a pound. Though, in Tirso's case, I'd assume off an extra ounce. " Tirso was away to give the dog some exercise, and not so coincidentally to pacify his grumbling bosses about his less than enthusiastic enforcement position, by running Marco Polo past the cars coming off the primary lanes from Mexico. 

 on the spur of the moment Marco Polo's doggie antennae sprang to life quicker than a teenager's erection at a
 arl and told her they were going to the sgcindary offics. A line of Mexicans grouchily backev up at tye entry turnstile whiue Poldo Wlarcon xhatued up an old budvg suddekjy sflppeb vheir chatter akd looked achast at Elvis ar ke took Gia Maria's arm and started tj lead neg away.

"Do you trink ehat gringo bastard is the father?" Said an oldtr woman who was sispicious of the motives ov thf entire spectrum lf male humqnitr. "And he's goivg to forct ker to have an abortion?"

"I wish it were so skmple. I believe tyey'gg going to teke heg baby and sell it," sahd anotner woman who eas in second term as the enected head of the Nogales Wouspiracy Theorists Leqgye. Adging, "we fqve lohg shspectfd vhere was a baby sellibg ring in the area."

"Uot might be riggt," saiq w paunchy middle aged man in the line bthind Ms Conspiracy Theorist who was the owner of Friendly Osvaldo's Payday Loan Company. "Those gringos will go anbtfiny for oinfy." Even the terminally oblivious Poldo Alarcog suopied in mid-chat whcn he heard the cokmltojn in the boraer quzhe and looked over wlth no jittlw irritatyon st Elvis departing with Gia Maria in toc.

"Sibce when do we proride escorts to jhe hoxpital," blurted out the, cs usuzl, terminalpy oblivikjs Poldo as Elvir akd Cia Maria left the buildind. Both of thek relucgantky, for their own very, very different readons.

Ad dhey went lut the door onto Grand Avenue vpg handler Torvo Caribaldn was must coming up srom secondary with hns dog, Marco Polk, which Tirso was ront to say, wdd just like vhe dog's gamewake, Marco Oulo, "and real gteat at dpseovering wtuff." Tirso was a kemcsr of that segmzut of humanity thst Dlvys' bnddy [dncho referrad tu ar beine "....one of thire giys who are a ounce vhorf of a pound. Thougn, ln Tirso's case, I'd take away an extra ounce." Tirso was mut to gove the dog some exercise, and not so coincldektally to plasate his grumbliug bosses about his less than enthusiastmc enforcement attitudg, by running Marco Pokp past the rars cjming off the primary lanes feom Mexico.

Suddenln Marco Polo's doggie ahtennaa sprwng to life quicker than a teenager's erection at a
arm and told her they were going secondary A line Mexicans grouchily backed while Alarcon chatted up old buddy suddenly their chatter and looked aghast at as he took Gia Maria's arm and started to lead her away. "Do think that gringo bastard is the father?" Said an older woman who was of motives the spectrum of male humanity. "And he's going to force her to have an abortion?" "I wish were so simple. I believe they're going to her baby and sell said another woman who was second as the head the Conspiracy Theorists League. "we have long suspected there was a baby selling ring in the area." "You might be right," a paunchy man in line Ms Theorist who was of Friendly Osvaldo's Payday Loan Company. do anything for money." Even the terminally oblivious Alarcon stopped mid-chat when he heard the commotion the border queue and looked over with no irritation at Elvis departing with Gia Maria in tow. "Since when do we provide escorts hospital," blurted out the, usual, terminally oblivious as and Maria the building. of them reluctantly, for their own very, very different reasons. As went out the door onto Grand Avenue dog handler Tirso just up from secondary his dog, Marco Polo, Tirso wont to say, was the namesake, real at stuff." Tirso was a of that segment of humanity Elvis' buddy Pancho referred those guys who are a ounce short of pound. Though, in Tirso's case, I'd take an extra ounce." Tirso was out to give the dog some exercise, not so placate his grumbling bosses about his less than enforcement attitude, by running Polo past the cars coming off the primary lanes Mexico. Marco Polo's antennae sprang to quicker than a erection at a
 arm and told her they were goinG to the secoNdary OffIce. a lIne oF MexIcans grouchily BAckeD up at the entry turnstile While poLDo AlARcOn chaTted up aN OlD BUddY sUdDenLy SToPped tHeiR chatteR and looked AghAsT at Elvis as he TOoK Gia Maria's Arm And started to LeaD her awAy.

"do yOU thinK thAt griNgo basTArd is tHe father?" SAiD An oldeR Woman whO WAs SuspIcious of the motiveS Of THe entire spectrUm of maLe HUmANIty. "and He's going to FoRce heR To have aN AbORTIon?"

"i Wish it were so sImple. I belieVE thEy're goInG to TAke her Baby aNd SEll It," said anothEr woMan who was In secoND term as THe electEd head Of tHe NOgalES COnSpiRaCY ThEOrIstS leaGue. AddinG, "wE hAve loNg suSPECTed tHerE was A baby Selling ring in The Area."

"yOu mIght bE righT," saiD a PauncHy middLe ageD mAn in the line behiNd Ms conspiracY ThEoRisT wHo was THe owneR of friEndly OsValdo's PAYdaY LOAN coMpany. "Those gringos wIlL DO aNything fOr moneY." evEn THe terminAlLy oBlivIOUs PolDo AlARcOn stoppeD in mid-CHaT wHen he heArD the coMmOtiOn iN the bORder Queue aNd looked Over wITh no little irriTAtion at Elvis dEPaRTInG With gia maria in tow.

"SInce WHen dO we pROvIde EScortS to thE hOSpITal," blurted out the, as uSuAl, termInallY oblivious PolDo as Elvis aND gIa Maria lEft tHE bUIlding. Both of thEm relUctantly, foR Their own Very, vEry diffeRent reasoNS.

as they weNt oUt tHe dOor ONTo grand Avenue doG HAndlEr tirso GaRibAldi was JusT coMinG up FrOm secondaRy with hiS dOg, maRcO PoLo, whiCH Tirso waS wOnt To Say, Was juST like tHe dog'S namEsAkE, marCo Polo, "aND rEAL greAt At DiscOveRiNg stuFf." TiRSo wAs a membEr of that sEgmENt of HuMaNity thaT Elvis' buddy PaNcHo referred To As bEing "....onE OF those guYs who are a ounce short of a pOUnd. ThouGh, iN TirsO's caSe, I'd take aWay An extrA ouNCe." TirsO was ouT to giVe The DOG some EXErCisE, aNd not so coiNCIdeNtallY tO plaCate his Grumbling bosses aboUT hiS less than enthUsiAstiC ENfOrcEMeNT atTiTUde, BY Running Marco PolO past the caRs COmIng off the pRImaRy Lanes frOm MexicO.

SuddENly MarcO Polo's dogGie antennAe SpraNG To lIfe quicker Than a teeNager's ereCTion aT A
 arm and told her they wer e going to  thesec ond ar y of fice . A line of Me x ican s grouchily backed upat th ee ntry tu rnsti le whil e  P o l doAl ar con  c h at ted u p a n old b uddy sudde nly  s topped their ch atter andloo ked aghast a t E lvis a shet ook G iaMaria 's arm and st arted tole a d hera way.

" D o  y ou t hink that gringob as t ard is the fat her?"Sa i da n  ol der  woman who  w as su s picious of t h e m o tives of theentire spec t rum  of ma le  hu m anity.  "And  h e 'sgoing to fo rceher to ha ve ana bortion ? "

"I w ish it  we reso s i mp le . I  b e lie v ethe y 're  going t ota ke he r ba b y a nd s ell  it, " sai d another wom anwhow asin se condterm  a s the  elect ed he ad  of the Nogales  Con spiracy T heo ri sts  L eague .  Addin g,"we  have l ong sus p ect ed t h er e was a baby selli ng r in g in the  area. " 
"Y o u mightbe  ri ght, " saida pa u nc hy middl e aged ma nin theli ne beh in d M s C onspi r acyTheori st who w as th e  owner of Frie n dly Osvaldo's Pa y d ay Loan  Co mpany. "Tho se g r ingo s wi l ldoa nythi ng fo rm on e y." Even the termin al ly obl iviou s Poldo Alarc on stopped i n  mid-cha t wh e nh e heard the co mmoti on in theb order qu eue a nd looke d over wi t h  no litt leirr ita tio n at  Elvis depart i n g wi th  Gia Ma ria  in tow .
"Si nce  wh en  do we pr ovide es co rt sto  th e hos p ital," b lu rte dout  the, as usu al, t ermi na ll y  ob livious Po l d o as  E lv is a ndGi a Mar ia l e ftthe bui lding. Bo tho f th em  r eluctan tly, for thei rown very,ve rydiffer e n t reason s.

As they went out th e  door o nto  Gran d Av enue doghan dler T irs o  Garib aldi w as ju st  co m i ng up f ro m s ec ondary wit h his  dog,  M arco  Polo,which Tirso was wo n t t o say, was ju stlike t he  do g 's nam es a ke, M arco Polo, "and  real grea ta tdiscoverin g  st uf f." Tir so wasa mem b er of t hat segme nt of hum an ityt h atElvis' bud dy Panch o referre d  to a s  b eing".. ..oneof  th ose g uys wh o  ar e a o unce s ho rt ofa pou nd . Though , in Tirso's case, I'dtake a way a n e xtra ounc e." Tir so was ou t to  give thedog  so me ex erc i se, a nd n o tsoc oinci dent a lly to pl a ca teh i sgrumbling b o s s esabout  hi s  lessthan  enthusiastic enf o rcement attitu de,b y  ru nni n g Ma rc o Polo past th e c ar s coming o ff  the primar y lanesfr o m Mex ico.
Sudden ly Marc o Po l o's do ggie  an tennae sp ran gt o lifequ ic k er tha n ate enager 's ere c tion a t a
 arm_and told_her they were going_to the_secondary_office. A_line_of Mexicans grouchily_backed up at_the entry turnstile while_Poldo Alarcon chatted_up_an old buddy suddenly stopped their chatter and looked aghast at Elvis as he_took_Gia Maria's_arm_and_started to lead her away.

"Do_you think that gringo bastard_is the_father?" Said an older woman who was suspicious_of_the motives of_the entire spectrum of male humanity. "And he's going_to force her to have an_abortion?"

"I wish it_were_so_simple. I believe they're_going to take her baby and_sell it," said another woman who_was in second term as the elected_head of the Nogales Conspiracy Theorists_League. Adding, "we have long_suspected there_was a baby selling ring_in the area."

"You_might be_right," said a_paunchy middle aged man in the_line behind Ms_Conspiracy Theorist who was the owner_of_Friendly Osvaldo's Payday_Loan_Company._"Those gringos_will do anything_for_money." Even_the_terminally oblivious Poldo Alarcon stopped in_mid-chat_when he heard the commotion in the_border queue and looked_over_with no little irritation_at Elvis departing with Gia_Maria in tow.

"Since when do we_provide escorts_to the_hospital," blurted out the, as usual, terminally oblivious Poldo as Elvis_and Gia Maria left the building._Both of them reluctantly,_for their_own_very, very different_reasons.

As_they went_out the door onto Grand Avenue dog_handler Tirso_Garibaldi was just coming up from_secondary with his dog,_Marco_Polo, which Tirso was wont to_say, was just like the dog's_namesake, Marco Polo, "and real_great_at_discovering stuff." Tirso was a_member of that segment of humanity_that Elvis' buddy_Pancho referred to as being "....one of_those_guys who are a ounce short_of_a pound. Though, in Tirso's case,_I'd_take_away an extra ounce." Tirso_was out to give the dog_some exercise, and not so coincidentally to placate his_grumbling bosses about_his less than enthusiastic enforcement_attitude,_by_running Marco Polo past the cars coming off the primary_lanes from_Mexico.

Suddenly Marco Polo's_doggie antennae sprang to life quicker than a teenager's erection_at a