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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
“I want you to be real, I’ve missed you greatly. I hope you
can…forgive me for leaving and going to the United States. I was
trying to make a future for...my family. I missed being with you,
your mother, and your sisters. Every...every...day. I became a
workaholic, thought that I could conquer the world. How is Inez,
your mother...getting along without me?”
“Dad, she and my sisters are doing fine. They have money,
they eat good food, and they have good clothes to wear. The
girls are in school, and they can hold their heads up high when
they walk around the pueblo square on Saturday and Sunday
nights.”
“I sent them something like this,” Tital said, as he took out
one of the leather pouches and handed it to his father. “Look
inside, pour a little into your hand. Hold it up to the firelight.”
Fernándo took the brown pouch and carefully poured the
glittering gold dust into the palm of his hand. “Is this
stuff...real?”
“Yes, it’s real. We used it to buy groceries, today,” Viviana
told him. “Tital used it to buy the grain and hay. It bought the
two trucks and trailer.”
“I saw the truck papers were in your name, son. So these
things are true. It is just...hard for me to believe.”
“Yes, Dad, they are all true. You’re not dreaming. Now,
Bardala and I are going to summon a Maya Spirit called Ek Chuah.
We have several Spirits that we call upon to help us, so don’t be
frightened when he shows up.”
“The Maya Spirits are cool, they help us do many things,”
Vivian told Fernándo and Ricárdo. “The one I like the best is
Huracán. He’s the Spirit that fixed me, so that I can talk with
Moka and Eegh.”