"It's the land of riches and opportunity for everyone," Antonio had told her excitedly when he was convincing her to accompany him on that far-off day. Yes, this was the land of opportunity all right, for everyone except Antonio and his gullible girlfriend, thought Lucia as she hung the last pair of Antonio's faded jeans on the line and headed inside. After eight years in America, they were still almost as poor as when they had arrived, even though they were a few material possesions to the better. She sighed and clicked on the TV, which still had a pretty good picture even though the glass was scratched and the speakers rattled whenever anyone spoke. It was almost time for The Beautiful Ones, her favorite program. Even though she still didn't understand much of what they were saying, she liked to see the fancy clothes the women wore and dream of someday living in a house like that . . .