"Don't you want more than this?" Mo asked her. "Don't you think when I come home after working my balls off every day and I walk by this mirror and see what they have, well, don't you think I deserve it too?

"Mo," Elle said, her womanly patience returning, "this is plenty for me. I'm happy. Besides, there are laws against crossing the border."

"Elle, those laws aren't to protect us, they're to imprison us here in these cells."

"I don't believe that. The government knows what's best for us and I'm sure that if there were something wonderful on the other side they'd have gone in there long ago and grabbed it." She went over to her husband, put her arms around him and hoped he would forget all this nonsense.