every one

“We know the address of every drug lord. ... We know their front door. We know everything about every one of them. They’re killing our people. It’s like a war.”

“It’s been a challenge,” I say, mechanically repeating the same lines I have given to every one of my aunts and uncles over the last three weeks.

“Regardless of what humans have done, they are still my children. Each and every one of them.”

It takes forty-five minutes to greet every one of the family members.

He had searched every one of those sickeningly quaint villages, with their happy yodelers and endless mugs of hot chocolate, but to no avail.