Sonia watched a little as Miguel tried out the pants, and, hey, since they didn't rip or anything, maybe she was wrong. She shrugged a little, then shook her head.

It had to have at least been hundreds of years since anyone called South America the New World, but she was picking up on the fact that Miguel was a little bit strange the more they talked.

"It's terrible," she said. "I would do anything to get out. But I am stuck there, having to take care of my mother."

A job that should have been Gloria's, if Gloria hadn't gone and opened Sonia's mail and took her opportunity to move to the United States!

...not that she was bitter or anything!