“You pay later,” the clinic’s receptionist said with a knowing smile.
Albeiro laughed, but he kept watching. A week later, he sent her a gift: a voucher for a clinic in Bogotá. The procedure was called breast augmentation. Silicone. Four hundred cubic centimeters. Sin Senos no hay Paraiso
Her best friend, Paola, who already wore a bra with padding, laughed at her. “You’re crazy, Cata. You want a drug trafficker?” “You pay later,” the clinic’s receptionist said with
One afternoon, she borrowed a push-up bra from Paola, stuffed it with toilet paper, and walked to the edge of the village where the black SUVs with tinted windows idled. A man named Albeiro, a thin, cruel-faced sicario with a gold front tooth, leaned against his truck. “You pay later