Before the extended family arrives to show their grief, Andres places a beer in Pee Wee’s hands. His other brother, Pablito, picked out the Pendleton for the mute man to wear in his new home. He buttons the top of the shirt the way Pee Wee used to do in his cholo, teenage years. And yes, even Johnny Locs, longtime homeboy to the gang, folds, the red rag neatly, slipping the square-shaped cloth inside the left pocket like a pack of cigarettes. Tio Mando, ex-gang member turned Baptist, will stay until the end of the service to collect the gang paraphernalia from his nephew’s coffin. But tomorrow the groundskeepers at Saint Peter’s cemetery will prepare another cheap casket to be dropped into the earth, an unmarked grave: La Familia Romero will cry in an out-loud dream as a pine box is stacked atop another pine box.