San Antonio, Texas
0905 14 April 2007
Doña Alicia Castillo was waiting for Charley and Sweaty when they walked into the breakfast room. Charley’s grandmother was seated at the head of the table drinking a steaming cup of café con leche. The table was set for four, and on each plate was a grapefruit half topped with a maraschino cherry.
Max trotted over to the dignified old woman and waited for her to scratch his ears.
“Good morning,” Doña Alicia said. “You slept well, I hope.”
Charley and Sweaty walked over to her and kissed her cheek.
“Abuela, if she didn’t snore like a backfiring John Deere, I’d have probably slept better.”
His grandmother ignored him.
“Shall we wait for Lester?” she asked.
“I looked in his room,” Castillo said. “He was sleeping like a cherub. Nobody was snoring in his room.”
This earned him an icy flash from his grandmother.
“I’d forgotten how beautiful this is,” Sweaty said quickly, gesturing past the windows to the garden. “What a beautiful lawn!”
“You wouldn’t think it was so beautiful if you had to mow it,” Castillo said.
“Carlos’s grandfather believed boys should earn their allowances,” Doña Alicia said.
“He paid a dollar an acre,” Castillo said.
“Why don’t we eat?” Doña Alicia said. “We have so much to talk about. Would you say grace, darling?”
“Abuela’s talking to you, my love,” Castillo said. “Try to keep it under five minutes.”
His grandmother shook her head.
“Dear God,” Sweaty began, “we thank You for the bounty we are about to receive. We thank You for our families, and ask that You keep them safe. We ask Your protection for those who are prisoners, and ask that they be soon safely reunited with their families. We ask this in the name of Jesus Christ, thy Son and our Lord and Savior. Amen.”
She turned to Charley.
“Short enough for you, my heathen?”
He made a waving gesture with his hand, suggesting she had more or less met his criteria.
“You had Colonel Ferris in mind, didn’t you, Svetlana?” Doña Alicia asked.
Sweaty nodded. “Yes.”
“Abuela, what do we have to talk about so much?” Castillo asked as he picked the maraschino cherry from his grapefruit and popped it into his mouth.
She gestured toward the windows.
“Well, Carlos, why don’t we start with those men walking around outside the fence?”
Charley and Sweaty exchanged glances.
After a moment he said, “Oh, you noticed, huh?”
“Even before Mr. Lafferty of Gladiator Security called me and said I had no cause for concern, that there were six of them and a half dozen more could be here in less than five minutes if they were needed.”