Rafaela Who Drinks Coconut & Papaya Juice on Tuesdays

I hate Tuesdays. When Monday night comes i know i'm going to be doing anything but sitting home and waiting for my husband to come home late because he is playing dominoes. He wont let me go out, he thinks I will run away. Every Tuesday I lean out the window and i think about my hair being like Rapunzel's hair. I hear the music playing down at the cornor of the street at a music bar and wish that i could go there. I ask the kids if they would go and get me something from the store and I throw them a crumpled up dollar and i sometimes ask for coconut or papaya juice. I toss down a clothes line and pull it up with what i got in a bag. I wish there were sweeter drinks and not just having to sit in this bitter empty room. I wanna be able to go down and dance like the older women do.