Just before I started the first grade, we moved from Los Rafas into town. It created a family uproar that left hard feelings for a long time.
But there was more to Los Indios than that. Most important there were the movies. I forget the name of the theater. I think it was Rio`. But no matter. We call it the rat house. When it was very quiet during the scary part of the movie, just before the villain was going to pounce on the heroine, you could hear the scamper of little feet across the floor.