“I can see she's a sad lonely person, despite her job. Somewhere she's made some wrong turns, met some wrong people, and now she can't see her way out of this except in a dream of money -- what everybody tends to do. Money, though, is an illusion with green faces. I think this is so money has personality -- like the way our deities end up with traits like the rest of us. People create money and then they let money create them. Money is a facade but it has a force greater than nature.” FictionLos AngelesShort StoriesAnthology Book:The Republic of East L.A. Source: The Republic of East L.A.