A mute Mayan girl held captive in a crate in the Guatemalan jungle, a big-city psychoanalyst with a rescue complex, and a journalist with a broken heart are the characters in Sheila Dalton's second literary novel.
Jerry Guatemala, Feb., 1983 The smell was thick as sludge, and rancid. It forced an intake of breath, and Jerry wanted to pinch his nostrils shut and run out of the hut. He struggled to ignore it, but the stench dropped into his throat and lodged there. When he tried to swallow, he coughed instead. “Agua?” He turned to the Mayan behind him. “Por favor?” The man nodded while continuing to talk to his wife