Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Rocky Relationships Redefined: The Papalo Cure, Part 7

A few weeks ago I began using the Words for Wednesday Challenge from Delores at Under the Porch Light to create a story, The Papalo Cure. Readers commented, requesting to know what happened to Grandpa after Maria got on the bus to South Dakota. I didn't know! The plot of this story is being directed by the weekly Words for Wednesday word prompt!

Using the prompts, I have been adding to the story - and even I am surprised by the turns it has taken. Today, I am publishing the final chapter of this story.

This week’s chapter can be read without background information, but I recommend reading the proceeding parts of this series first. Links for each previous chapter were supplied yesterday in my post, Cliff Hanger, and are also available on my FICTION page. This week's challenge words are listed at the end of this chapter and highlighted in bold in the story.
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Water from an overturned glass pooled into a lake on the conference table

"I can barely breathe, I am so anxious," Maria said to Mateo.  They were in a conference room of the Hilton Hotel, waiting for a representative from the oil and gas company to arrive for the meeting that had been scheduled.

There was a knock at the door, and a beautiful young woman walked in.  She extended her hand, greeting first Maria and then Mateo.  

"My name is Julia.  I have been working with your grandfather, Mr. Bedoya, regarding the purchase of his property by my company, PetroNation Oil and Gas. I understand you have some questions, which I may or may not be able to answer.  

Maria said, "My grandfather has been ill, and we have been unable to discuss this matter with him.  You might be surprised to learn that the farm does not belong to my grandfather - but is the property of my grandmother, Mrs. Bedoya.  She signed a document stating that she sent us as her representatives and empowering us to make decisions on her behalf. She would like to stop the sale of the farm.  It has been in her family for generations - and she has no intention of losing it now."  Maria finished speaking, and grimly took the letter from her grandmother out of her purse and shoved it towards Julia.

Julia said, "I think we should all sit down. Mr. Bedoya warned me that this sale was likely to stir up quite a tempest. He expected to be able to calm things down; but, he knew he was sick and he worried questions might arise while he was hospitalized. Your grandfather instructed me what to tell you, in the case that he could not. Let me explain." Julia paused briefly, gathering her thoughts.

"Your grandfather is devoted to your grandmother.  I have never witnessed love quite like it.  He was willing to make himself appear a villain, to spare her embarrassment.  He cares a lot about you both as well. I assume his plot to repair your rocky relationship worked, or you would not be here together."

Rising abruptly from his chair, Mateo accidentally knocked over his water glass, and the liquid formed a lake in the center of the table.  "Maria, this sounds like a scam," he said through clenched teeth. "I think we should go."

"Perhaps, Mateo," said Maria. "But we have come so far - let's just hear her out."

Mateo crossed his arms and remained standing, but agreed.

Julia continued.  "Your grandfather, Mr. Bedoya, contacted my firm about a year ago.  He asked us to do some surveying to see if there might be obtainable oil or gas on his farm.  PetroNation has an oil well nearby which is producing copiously, so the farm does interest us. My job was to negotiate a fair price, and your grandfather and I had many conversations.  It was obviously very hard for him to sell the farm, which seemed odd to me as he initiated the sale.  During one conversation, he seemed so sad, I asked if he wanted to talk about it.  His motives - and his anguish became clear.

"Your grandfather first made sure I understood what a remarkable woman your grandmother is, but then he told me that she has developed a gambling problem. She racked up a lot --"

"NO" - Mateo said forcefully, "it was my grandfather who gambled."

"-- of debt," Julia continued.   "Please let me finish Mateo, and then you can decide what is true.  Your grandmother kept her gambling obsession hidden for quite some time - she had incurred a huge debt before your grandfather discovered it. He spoke with her about selling the farm here in Mexico to pay the bills, but she refused.  Selling the farm and declaring bankruptcy are their only alternatives, however - and in either case they might lose the farm anyway.  Grandpa began the negotiations, hoping he could convince your grandmother that it was the right thing to do.

"When your grandfather realized he was sick, he called and asked me to check to see if the herb papalo still grew on the farm. He explained to me about the rift between you two, and he came up with the plan of asking Maria to bring him papalo.  He was convinced that if you came to South Dakota Maria, and saw Mateo at the hospital, you could mend your differences.  Apparently that plan, at least, has worked."

"He never even believed papalo would make him better?" Maria asked. She was so stunned by all that Julia had just said, she couldn't even decide if she should be angry. "I bet he even knew I had substituted watercress for the papalo, and just pretended that he was fooled. My plants had all wilted - it must have been just after you checked the garden for papalo Julia, that the sprinkler broke!  I can't believe this! 

"But - I guess I do feel sort of badly. We both just assumed it was Grandpa who had the gambling problem Mateo heard our grandparents arguing about! Why would Grandma tell us he was the gambler though?  That's so mean that she was willing to let us think that about him!"

Julia replied, "She probably felt like she needed to tell you the partial truth. Perhaps she was afraid if you knew it was her mistakes that had put the farm in jeopardy, you would not help her to stop the sale.  She probably assumed her husband would forgive her for the lie, but she might lose you both because of her mistakes."

Mateo had been absently patting at the water on the table with some napkins.  Suddenly, he spoke.  "Julia, you seem like a nice person, and I can't think of anything that would have motivated you to make all this up.  So, I am going to believe you.  It appears my grandparents have both deceived us - my grandfather out of loyalty to my grandmother; my grandmother because she wanted us on her side to prevent the sale of the farm.  Thank you for sharing this information with us.  Now that we have the facts, perhaps the right decision can be made.  Would you mind answering a few questions for me though?"

"What sort of questions?" asked Julia.

"Did my grandfather ever tell you how much my grandmother owes?"

"No, he never did," said Maria.   

Mateo continued, "The detective I hired had been told that the appraisal value of the farm is gargantuan. I am wondering if it would be necessary to sell the entire farm, or would we be able to subdivide? If we sold just a portion of the property, would it be enough to cover Grandmother's debt?  Perhaps these are questions to ask of my grandparents - not you.  But - if it turns out the value of just a portion of the property is equivalent to her debt, would your company consider a partial sale?" It would be preferable if we could keep the section upon which the house and barns are located. What is the likelihood of that?"

Julia said, "Your family needs to do a lot of talking! I don't have a lot of answers to your questions, but I have some. Although it was rumored that we plan to drill right where the house sits, those rumors are unfounded.  No decisions have yet been as to an optimal drilling site."  

"Also," continued Julia, "my company had the property appraised. I know what it is worth, and I find it highly doubtful that your grandmother could have gambled enough to lose such a huge sum.  I suspect that even if you kept the land around the buildings - and even some in addition to that - your grandparents would have ample money from a sale of the rest to pay her debts.  I can't make promises, but I am pretty persuasive in my company, and I think I could rework the agreement."

"Which would mean ...," said Mateo, then paused and smiled at Maria. "... that you would still have a home in Mexico, and not have to return to the comparatively boreal conditions of South Dakota!  Grandma could forgive Grandpa for selling the farm, and no one would else needs to know she incurred such a huge debt.  I even know a good addiction program she can enroll in, so it doesn't happen again."

Maria suddenly thought of something, "Wait! What about what Grandma told us - about how Grandpa accused Grandma of wanting to see Pablo,her first love again. Can you explain that, Julia?"

"Just smoke and mirrors," Julia said.  Mr. Bedoya told me he felt badly about that conversation, but it was the only way he could think of to prevent his wife from visiting Maria in Mexico - and possibly spoiling the deal he was trying to make with us. He knew she would never agree to it, and didn't know how else to pay off her debt."

"When Grandma learned about the sale, she figured out that was why Grandpa had voiced concerns about Pablo," Mateo said. - "She also suspected Grandpa of using papalo to lure Maria to South Dakota. Such a clever lady - no wonder she did so well gambling!"

"Mateo, don't talk like that!" Maria looked stern, but then she smiled.  "I'm so excited to tell Tomas I'm still going to have a place to live in Mexico. I think it is time to call Grandma. She is expecting me to call her this morning, to update her and check on Grandpa's progress.  If Grandpa is feeling better, perhaps we can tell them both what we now know, and explain our solution to their problem."

Exiting the room, Maria asked over her shoulder, "Coming Mateo?"

"In a bit."  Mateo smiled warmly at Julia.  "It seems I really misjudged you initially.  Can I invite you to lunch, and attempt to show you a better side of my own character?"

"Actually, Julia said. "I would like that."


The end ... or the beginning.


What do you think - did they all live happily ever after?


The Words for Wednesday Challenge supplied the following word prompts: 
boreal, rocky, tempest, lake, rising, breathe

This story is totally fictitious and may not contain accurate factual information. I had never even heard of papalo, until I did an Internet search for “indigenous plants of Mexico.”




#fiction
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Edit to post: In the line which begins "--of debt," there was an error as to whom was speaking. It is Julia, and this had now been corrected. My apologies for any confusion this caused before it was corrected! 

Monday, August 18, 2014

Cliff Hanger

An Iguana in Mexico
Weekly, for the past six weeks, I have been publishing a chapter of a story, called The Papalo Cure.  My inspiration for these fiction chapters has come from the Words for Wednesday word prompts - supplied every Wednesday by Delores, on her blog Under the Porch Light.  My story takes place in Mexico and South Dakota, and it is about relationships, some mysteries, and a fictitious herbal cure (loosely based on some research that showed papalo does have some medicinal properties).

Some people have commented that my series has been a real cliff hanger.  The Merian-Webster Online Dictionary defines the term cliff hanger as: "a story, contest, or situation that is very exciting because what is going to happen next is not known."

It has been a true cliff hanger - because not even the author has know what will happen each week! The plot has been somewhat dependent upon the words supplied as the prompt.  Delores has not failed me though, and I have been able to keep this story moving towards an end.

This week I will publish the seventh and final chapter.  Look for it tomorrow on my blog.  I was going to post it today, but decided I should give a little warning that the story is about to end - and provide an opportunity to review previous chapters before reading the final one, if anyone desires.

So - here are the links to the chapters so far. (Click on the date to view the chapter.)

   7-4-14 Facing Insurmountable Odds (The Papalo Cure - part 1)
 7-10-14 Insinuations of Deadly Intentions (The Papalo Cure - part 2)
 7-18-14 A Clandestine Meeting in the Cove (The Papalo Cure - part 3)
 7-28-14 Glittering Shoes and Shadows (The Papalo Cure - part 4)
   8-4-14 Blindsided (The Papalo Cure - part 5)
 8-11-14 Back to the Blistering Heat (The Papalo Cure - part 6)

The photo at the top of this post has nothing to do with the story - except that I took it in Mexico.  


The photo below shows my family standing above a cliff near some Mexico ruins.  Cliff hanger -! Is it possible to use a photo as a pun? Perhaps my daughter is even covering her mouth to muffle a scream?  (Just kidding - I think she was yawning or brushing away a fly!)



Standing on a cliff above the beach, near some Mayan Ruins in Mexico
Tomorrow - the chapter I publish will have nothing to do with a cliff - nor will it be a cliff hanger.  Well, not intentionally anyway, as it is meant to be an ending to the story. (Although, unless all the characters die, and the world ends - which I promise doesn't happen - an ending is usually also sort of a beginning.)

I am always greatly disappointed when a book I have been enjoying has a lame ending.  I struggled to get this right. I hope you will not be disappointed.

I hope you will take this opportunity to read any of the parts of my story you may have missed  - and stop back tomorrow to read the rest.

Many thanks to Delores for a fun challenge and a terrific selection of words!  

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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Wishing you a sunny weekend ...




Friday, August 15, 2014

A Chance to Catch Up

   
Our family reunion in British Colombia was anticipated for months - it was more fun driving towards it than back home.

Re-entry into my life after vacation was a little more hectic than I expected yesterday. Some days are just like that!

With some pre-planning, while I was on vacation I managed to publish posts on this blog all week.  I was unable, however, to share these posts on Facebook and other social media sites the way that I usually do, and some of my regular readers may have missed seeing them. 

Rather than write something new, today I thought I would just mention some past posts, and provide all of us a chance to catch-up ...

Topics of my blog posts over the past week included:
Clicking on the above links will take you to these posts.  While there, I hope you go to the home page of the most - - of every moment, and take a look around!


Montana landscape (through a typical cracked MT windshield!) We chased a rainbow for quite a few of the 800 miles we drove to get home.

Do you have a favorite post from this blog - or a favorite moment from this summer?

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

A Family Reunion and the Orphan Train

Floating in a pool with a good book - a perfect way to relax!
I will be returning to my desktop computer today, after a week away. I just spent a wonderful vacation with my parents, my three sisters, and our families.  We rented a large vacation home with a beautiful pool, just outside of Vancouver, B.C., Canada.  The amenities of the home, and the absolutely perfect weather during our stay, made us all agree we were experiencing a little slice of heaven.

Internet was available at the house, but access was inexplicably minimal and intermittent. Had I not written and scheduled most of the week's daily blog posts ahead of time, you would not have heard much from me.  Having a guest post supplied by Lana yesterday was really helpful, also. I will be busy this week, though, trying to get caught up reading the blogs I usually follow.

Internet may have been scarce, but free time was more plentiful than usual. I finally had a chance to read a book I have been interested in for some time.  Orphan Train: A Novel, by Christina Baker Kline.

Just over 30 pages into the book, I discovered what seemed like perhaps the most beautiful paragraph I have ever read:
". . .  Dusk softens the sharp points of trees outside my window; the sky slowly darkens, then blackens around an orb of moon.  Hours later, a faint blue tinge yields to the soft pastels of dawn, and soon enough sun is streaming in, the stop-start rhythm of the train making it all feel like still photography, thousands of images that taken together create a scene in motion."
Don't you think this is a beautiful piece of writing? Of course, my perception could have been influenced by my surroundings when I read it. I was floating on a plastic raft in the middle of a pool on a beautiful day, sipping a cold beverage, with nothing else needing my immediate attention.  Reading it again just now, however, I am struck by the descriptive poetry of the words.

While sections of Orphan Train are extremely lovely prose, it is also a very captivating book to read.  It is a story of two very resilient women, and the life challenges they both faced growing up at different times, alone in the world. Reading about the hardships they endured was especially heart-wrenching, while surrounded by my family in our beautiful vacation setting. My copy of the book is now a little dog-eared with pages warped by wet wrinkles, but it is readable condition. I will pass it on to family and friends with my highest recommendations.  
Christina Baker Kline has apparently written four other novels. I am looking forward to reading them!
Having my family all together felt even more special after reading Orphan Train.

Who is your favorite author?

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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Making The Most Of Every Moment

Today I am so excited, I will be waking up early to look at my own blog!  For the very first time, this blog has a post by a guest blogger on it today.  I know that you will love it.
Lana asked me to write a post for her a short while ago - and now she is returning the favor to me.  I could not have imagined a more perfect post.  Her writing  - and even the title of her post - are absolutely perfect for this blog!  Enjoy this here today - and then be sure to hurry over to where you can usually find her, at her blog Two Teens and Their Mama.  I love everything she writes!   

Here is what Lana wrote:
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A few weeks ago Susan wrote a guest post for my blog, and today I’m returning the favor.  I’m honored that she trusts me to post here!  This is my favorite blog, and I look forward to reading it every day.

Susan writes about making the most of every moment.  I must admit, I am not very good at this.  I’m always doing two things at once, while worrying about the next task on my list.  Not a good quality, but it’s something that I have been intentionally working on – trying to slow down and be more present in the moment.  It’s one of the reasons I love Susan’s blog so much.  She always makes me stop, think and appreciate.




I just returned from a week’s vacation on the Oregon Coast.  We’ve been visiting here for sixteen years, and it’s a truly relaxing time.  We spend our days at the beach or playing games and enjoying each other’s company.  Yet even here I often forget to make the most of every moment.

This year I told myself that I was going to make my best effort to slow down and be present for the entire vacation.  I knew it was going to be hard.  For the first time, my older son wouldn’t be heading down with us.  Due to work and school commitments, he couldn’t come until Thursday night.  I knew I was going to miss him, and I was anxious about him driving five hours by himself in the dark.

My sons were three and one the first time we vacationed at the beach in Oregon.  I have hundreds of memories that have been made in Manzanita.  Each year is like a week long snap shot of our lives at that moment.  In 1998, my younger son wasn’t walking yet, and he was not particularly fond of the wind and sand.  On the other hand, my older son took one look at the waves and started running towards them.  My husband made it just in time to scoop him up before he face planted into the surf.

Last week, on the first day of my vacation, I sat on the beach and reminisced about years past as the boys grew older and were able to do more activities – beach biking down to the jetty, hiking, kayaking.  I have to admit that I was feeling sorry for myself – I’m not looking forward to the empty nest, and I miss those younger days.  But then I reminded myself of the promise I’d made to enjoy every moment of this trip, and I pushed the sadness aside and threw myself into having a good time with the family that were already there.

Apparently I was rewarded for my efforts, because my older son had a surprise planned for me, with help from his dad.  On Wednesday afternoon I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around to see my sweet son standing there.  I immediately burst into tears, which elicited a sheepish “Geez mom, I didn’t mean to make you cry” from him.  I spent the rest of our vacation on cloud nine – I was so happy to have all of my family around me once again.



As I watched the boys playing football on the beach the next day, I truly felt the power of making the most of every moment we have together.   I know that these times will become fewer and more precious as the years go on.  I can’t spend the moments we do have comparing them to the past or worried about what the future will bring.  Later that night, as we headed into town for ice cream, I looked around and smiled.

I was making the most of every moment….and it was wonderful.



Thanks Lana!
Have your kids ever made you so happy that you cried?


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Montana gave Paul McCartney more than "Just a Little Love"

Last week, my family was fortunate enough to attend a Paul McCartney concert. Yes, you read that right.  Paul McCartney, the Beatle.  Lead singer of the band Wings.  Still performing after all these years.  About six decades, by my count!

Washington-Grizzly stadium at U. of Montana was full to capacity in anticipation of the Paul McCartney concert.

The concert sold out immediately, before we even caught wind of it.  When some additional tickets became available, though, it was an opportunity we just couldn't pass up. I thought it would be fun to have bragging rights to be able to say we had seen a Beatle perform, but truthfully didn't expect much. I had no idea of the quality with which this icon can still perform.  Saying it was the best concert I have ever attended would not be an overstatement.

The concert was in Missoula, MT.  Yes, your read that right as well - a Beatle in Montana.  (You should hear that melodious voice say the name of our state in that British accent - just a loovely sound!)

Sir Paul
I was too young to have swooned at a Beatle concert. My mom says when I was just tiny though, I combed my hair down over my eyes, and danced in front of the television, mimicking the Beatles as they sang,  "She Loves You, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah."  (That was in the days before I realized I cannot sing!) Watching Paul McCartney belt out songs, for over two hours without a single break last week, however, I gained a new understanding of why female fans fainted in the 60's.

At one point during the concert, I muttered to my 19-year old daughter, "He's still hot!"  It was hard to believe a 72-year old man was performing - that cute smile, engaging personality, flirty moves, and amazing voice would have fooled anyone without historical knowledge into believing he is much younger.  Towards the end of the concert, Paul invited a mother and her daughter up on stage, after noticing their sign, "Please sign my daughter."  There were more than a few females showing some envy, as he autographed both of the chosen women's shoulders.

My family at the Paul McCartney concert on August 5th, 2014
Sir Paul pranced, skipped and shimmied across the stage effortlessly in heeled boots, belting out rock and roll and crooning well-known ballads.  His band members gave Beatle-worthy contributions to the performance, and the light and sound crew helped put on an astounding show. By intervals, the crowd was clapping, singing along, and quiet as a pin so as not to miss a single note from the voice of a legend.



A performance by Paul McCartney and his band would have been amazing in any venue, but the Washington-Grizzly Stadium on an absolutely gorgeous summer night added to the magic of the evening.  A scoop of Big Dipper Ice Cream (a Montana favorite) from a vendor set up outside the stadium started the evening off perfectly.  Once seated, looking west, our view above the stadium was filled with beautiful mountains and sky. Hang gliders drifted above the stadium before the show.  As the sun set, a beautiful moon appeared.  A gentle breeze kept everyone comfortable during what would have otherwise been a very warm evening.

We were treated to a true example of how, "it just takes one".  While we waited for the show to begin, a young man a few seats from us stood and threw his hands in the air, encouraging those around him to do so.  In a matter of minutes, the entire stadium of 25,000 McCartney fans were participating - a "wave" went round and round the Griz Stadium countless times as people cheered. Later, during the concert, Paul had the same effect, as he encouraged us to sing along - and everyone did.

McCartney fans doing "the wave" waiting for the concert to begin.

Montana showed McCartney more than "Just a Little Love" - and he appeared to enjoy his time in the Treasure State. Three encores later, he seemed reluctant to leave the stage. . . and left us all still wanting more.  Eight Days a Week, Hey Jude, Yesterday and We Can Work It Out were a few of the crowd favorites, but Paul - we all just "Wanna Hold Your Hand."

The light show and fireworks at the concert were impressive!
Be sure to stop back at this blog, the most -- of every moment tomorrow. I will be publishing a guest blog post from Lana, of Two Teens and Their Mama, - and I know you will enjoy it! But, in the meantime, I have a question for you:

What is your favorite song by Paul McCartney or the Beatles?


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Monday, August 11, 2014

Back to the Blistering Heat: The Papalo Cure, Part 6

A few weeks ago I began using the Words for Wednesday Challenge from Delores at Under the Porch Light to create a story, The Papalo Cure. Readers commented, requesting to know what happened to Grandpa after Maria got on the bus to South Dakota. I didn't know! The plot of this story is being directed by the weekly Words for Wednesday word prompt!

Using the prompts, I have been adding to the story - and even I am surprised by the turns it has taken.

This week’s chapter can be read without background information, but I recommend reading the proceeding parts of this series first. Start with Part 1: Facing Insurmountable Odds.  A link for each previous chapter is on my FICTION page. This week's challenge words are listed at the end of this chapter and highlighted in bold in the story.
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As the plane took off, Maria settled back into her seat and exhaled slowly.  Turning to Mateo, she said, “It was so nice of you to pay for our plane tickets to Mexico.  This is much more comfortable than the bus ride I just took!”

“I really want to get this whole mess straightened out. A bus would not get us there quickly enough.  Maria – I am sorry I judged you so badly.  I should never have jumped to such nasty conclusions about you.  Ever since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I have looked up to you.  I should have known you would never double-cross our grandparents.”

“It’s okay, Mateo,” Maria said. “We all owe you an apology for doubting your mental stability! The rift between us the past few years has bothered me.  I hope we never let that happen again.  By the way – what is up with you and Cynthia? Is there a romantic interest there?”

“Cynthia – what? NO!  She is just a detective I hired – not my type at all! But she was helpful in finding out about the oil company wanting to buy the farm. Her investigative skills are so good, she seems practically clairvoyant!”

“I can’t believe all that was happening right under my nose.  The story is so fragmented, I am still having trouble putting it all together,” said Maria.

‘Maybe it would help to go over it all again, and be sure we both have drawn the same conclusions,” said Mateo.  “Tell me everything you know.”

“Whew – okay. But where to start - -,” Maria closed her eyes and gathered her thoughts. Then she spoke, uninterrupted by Mateo until she finished.

“Grandma suggested to Grandpa about a year ago, that they return to Mexico for a visit.  He exploded, and told her he never wanted her to return, as long as Pablo was alive.  Pablo had been Grandma’s childhood sweetheart, but their parents had refused to let them marry, because of a feud between the two families.  To separate them, Grandma had been sent to college in South Dakota. 

"While in college, she met Grandpa. His family was from Mexico, but he had been born in the US and lived there his whole life. When Grandma graduated, they got married and settled in South Dakota. 

"They did return to Mexico when our mother was small, and lived on the farm for about a decade. Grandpa found life there too mundane, and he was very unhappy. They returned to South Dakota. Even though they both knew they would never return to Mexico, Grandma insisted they keep the farm. It had been in her family for many generations, and she didn’t want to be the one to let it go. It never caused a financial hardship, thanks to the rent money it has generated over the years and the success of the gravel company our grandparents own.  Grandma was so happy when I moved to Mexico and became the tenant, because someone from our family is finally living there again.

"Last year Grandpa accused Grandma of wanting to rekindle her romance with Pablo, but she insists they no longer have feelings for each other.  She decided a visit to Mexico was not worth upsetting Grandpa, so she did not push to make the trip.  His accusation seemed odd to her at the time - now she thinks it was just a ruse to keep her from going to Mexico. She thinks he was concerned that she would find out about the oil company’s interest in the property from people in the village, if she went back.

"Grandma told me she is even wondering if Grandpa was asking for papalo just so I would not be in Mexico to meddle with the deal.  She said it was very uncharacteristic of him to believe in herbal remedies.

“But Mateo, this is where I get lost?” Marie continued, “Why was Grandpa trying to sell the farm without Grandma knowing?  Why now – after all these years? I really wish Grandpa had not been so out of it from surgery, before we left – so we could have confronted him about all of this.”

“I have a guess,” said Mateo.  "I overheard our grandparents arguing last year – and it was about a gambling addiction.  I think Grandpa may owe more money than he can pay back.  He knows Grandma would never agree to sell the farm, but once the deal was made, there would be nothing she could do about it.  The huge price offered by an oil company would cover his debts."

“Thank goodness that Cynthia found out about the meeting, between the oil company representative and our grandparent’s financial adviser in Mexico tomorrow,” said Maria. “We can represent Grandma and inform the company they are wasting their time.  They will all get quite a surprise when we inform them the deed is in Grandma’s name, not Grandpa’s – and that she is adamantly against this sale. I’m not sure how he planned to close the deal without her signature on the final documents anyway.”

“That still confuses me, too.  I am also worried about how Grandpa will pay off his debts, if this deal does not go through,” said Mateo.

"Something still just doesn’t add up. I think there is more to this story that we haven’t uncovered yet,” Maria said.

“Hopefully the answer lies in Mexico, and we will figure it out,” said Mateo. The plane had begun its final descent.  They both shed their sweaters, in anticipation of the blistering heat they would encounter, when they stepped off the plane.

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This story is totally fictitious and may not contain accurate factual information. I had never even heard of papalo, until I did an Internet search for “indigenous plants of Mexico.” 

The Words for Wednesday Challenge supplied the following word prompts: 


fragmented, gravel, blistering, mundane, clairvoyant, and grasshopper.


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