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Author: Eve Hathaway
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happen occasionally. There was nothing to do then but drive the five miles to the nearest store in Playa del Carmen to buy the eggs. Gloria waved her away with an impatient flick of the wrist. "Go then," she snapped. "I need you to get back before nine."
Mila felt lighthearted, almost giddy, as she grabbed Tomas's hand and pulled him out from the kitchen to her father's Jeep before her mother could change her mind. "Get in," she said, vaulting into the doorless vehicle. She started the engine and rolled the Jeep onto the matted vegetation that constituted the path to the main highway.
"What did you do that for?" she asked him when they were safely out of range of the house. "Why did you lie to my mother?"
He shrugged-or maybe they'd hit a lump in the jungle path that caused his shoulders to rise. In the rainy season, the dirt road was insurmountable in anything less than four-wheel drive, and only in the lowest gear. Mila had the Jeep in second. "I thought you might be in trouble if I didn't," he said.
"I always get in trouble for everything," she said, shortly. She was concentrating on driving, hoping the deep-treaded tires would catch rather than slip. The sunlight through the trees speckled the jungle floor, and Mila always had a hard time discerning the innocent shadows from the ones that meant a hard lump, so she took her time; easing the Jeep along, feeling her way through the obstacles by the rumble in the gas and the stick. "I can handle it."
"But it was my fault," he said.
"Yeah," she agreed. "What was that with the eggs? What did you do?"
"I don't know what happened. I just cracked them like you asked me to do, and little chicks came out," Tomas said. His voice trembled as he recalled the horror of wasting all those eggs. He understood, all too clearly, how dependent his stay was on Gloria's good graces. "I don't know anything, I swear," he said.
"Bullshit," Mila snapped. "Either I missed ten whole eggs for three weeks, or you did something to make freshly-laid eggs hatch."
"I really don't know," Tomas said. "Please believe me," he pleaded.
Mila sighed. Christ, this kid needs a backbone, she thought. "All right," she said.
She pulled onto the "highway"-the two-lane paved road that connected Cancun to Tulum-and shifted out of second. The road was pitted with potholes, and during the hurricane season, frequently flooded and sometimes washed away. But they were out of the jungle, and she could at least see the potholes. She turned off the four-wheel drive, and the Jeep leapt forward. Tomas sat in silence next to her, glum with reproach.
After a minute of this, Mila sighed and pulled off the road. "All right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that," she said as she cut the engine. "It's just- I know I didn't miss ten eggs for three weeks."
"And I swear to you, I don't know what happened in your kitchen," Tomas said.
Mila shrugged. "Well, when we buy these next eggs, you'll let me hold them," she decided.
Tomas smiled. He does have a nice smile , Mila thought. And then they both blushed. Mila re-started the engine before things could get any weirder.
Chapter Four
OVER THE NEXT few weeks, Tomas redeemed himself for the eggs. He cleaned and weeded the courtyard, cleared the property behind the chicken shed so that they could have a garden, and started the garden, negotiating with the plantain farmer for the seeds. The seeds sprouted quickly in the tropical heat and the garden grew well. Even Gloria grew to anticipate being able to collect fresh tomatoes and peppers. The first harvest was reaped in a little less than two months-by then, they had a Dutch family staying with them-and they had a bit of a party with the succulent tomatoes and crisp peppers.
Mila tried to help him recover his memory, but he couldn't write down his dreams because he didn't know how to write. Gloria had shrugged when Mila told her about
Mila felt lighthearted, almost giddy, as she grabbed Tomas's hand and pulled him out from the kitchen to her father's Jeep before her mother could change her mind. "Get in," she said, vaulting into the doorless vehicle. She started the engine and rolled the Jeep onto the matted vegetation that constituted the path to the main highway.
"What did you do that for?" she asked him when they were safely out of range of the house. "Why did you lie to my mother?"
He shrugged-or maybe they'd hit a lump in the jungle path that caused his shoulders to rise. In the rainy season, the dirt road was insurmountable in anything less than four-wheel drive, and only in the lowest gear. Mila had the Jeep in second. "I thought you might be in trouble if I didn't," he said.
"I always get in trouble for everything," she said, shortly. She was concentrating on driving, hoping the deep-treaded tires would catch rather than slip. The sunlight through the trees speckled the jungle floor, and Mila always had a hard time discerning the innocent shadows from the ones that meant a hard lump, so she took her time; easing the Jeep along, feeling her way through the obstacles by the rumble in the gas and the stick. "I can handle it."
"But it was my fault," he said.
"Yeah," she agreed. "What was that with the eggs? What did you do?"
"I don't know what happened. I just cracked them like you asked me to do, and little chicks came out," Tomas said. His voice trembled as he recalled the horror of wasting all those eggs. He understood, all too clearly, how dependent his stay was on Gloria's good graces. "I don't know anything, I swear," he said.
"Bullshit," Mila snapped. "Either I missed ten whole eggs for three weeks, or you did something to make freshly-laid eggs hatch."
"I really don't know," Tomas said. "Please believe me," he pleaded.
Mila sighed. Christ, this kid needs a backbone, she thought. "All right," she said.
She pulled onto the "highway"-the two-lane paved road that connected Cancun to Tulum-and shifted out of second. The road was pitted with potholes, and during the hurricane season, frequently flooded and sometimes washed away. But they were out of the jungle, and she could at least see the potholes. She turned off the four-wheel drive, and the Jeep leapt forward. Tomas sat in silence next to her, glum with reproach.
After a minute of this, Mila sighed and pulled off the road. "All right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that," she said as she cut the engine. "It's just- I know I didn't miss ten eggs for three weeks."
"And I swear to you, I don't know what happened in your kitchen," Tomas said.
Mila shrugged. "Well, when we buy these next eggs, you'll let me hold them," she decided.
Tomas smiled. He does have a nice smile , Mila thought. And then they both blushed. Mila re-started the engine before things could get any weirder.
Chapter Four
OVER THE NEXT few weeks, Tomas redeemed himself for the eggs. He cleaned and weeded the courtyard, cleared the property behind the chicken shed so that they could have a garden, and started the garden, negotiating with the plantain farmer for the seeds. The seeds sprouted quickly in the tropical heat and the garden grew well. Even Gloria grew to anticipate being able to collect fresh tomatoes and peppers. The first harvest was reaped in a little less than two months-by then, they had a Dutch family staying with them-and they had a bit of a party with the succulent tomatoes and crisp peppers.
Mila tried to help him recover his memory, but he couldn't write down his dreams because he didn't know how to write. Gloria had shrugged when Mila told her about
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