"She's got a mean streak in her," I told him. "If you're unlucky enough to get ahold of a dog like that, you give it away to somebody with a big farm. I don't know what you do about a neighbor." Estevan shrugged. "I understand," he said. "Really, I don't think she knew what she was saying, about how the woman and kid who got shot must have been drug dealers or whatever." "Oh, I believe she did. This is how Americans think." He was looking at me in a thoughtful way. "You believe that if something terrible happens to someone, they must have deserved it."