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Gracias!

If you are reading this it is only  because Kinsee  Morlan of  San Diego CityBeat and her husband Jeff , out of kindness,  came  out to the ranch and showed me how to click.  Un millon de gracias!

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Scenes From The Plaza

The steam whistle at the brewery ripped through Tecate with a long sustained blaaaaaagh! It sounded like a freight train. The temperature was up in the nineties and I was parched. I took a shortcut across the plaza in search of Chapo, the Sno Cone man. The thing is this; if you know the secret password Chapo will fix you a Sno Cone margarita!

I wasn’t even half way across the gardens when I met Señora Julia, a plump and delightful little woman with a dark mole on her cheek the size of a penny. We exchanged a cordial embrace and a buenas  tardes.

“How nice to see you, Señora Julia! I haven’t seen you in a while.  Have you been away?”

“Yes, I’ve been in Michoacan.”

“Wonderful! Did you have a good time?”

“No, I had to go to my brother’s funeral.”

I waned to bite my tongue off. “Oh, I am so sorry. Was he very ill?”

“Nothing like that. He was younger than I  am. His car went over a cliff and he was killed instantly.”

“That’s  terrible! And so unexpected. It had to be a  shock.”

“Well, it really wasn’t unexpected. I knew it was going to happen,” she said. “As soon as the phone rang I said to my husband, somebody died.”

“A feeling,  I suppose you just had a feeling. I’ve heard of things like that.”

“No, no,  it was the crows on my fence. They told me.”

I’d heard this one before many times but never really understood it.  “But my ranch is crawling with crows cawing all day long. How can you possibly know what they’re cawing about?”

“You have to listen.”  I let her explain.

“Crows have three voices. Have you ever noticed?” (Not really.)  “When they’re just socializing with other crows or plundering your corn, they caw in a very high voice with lots of inflection. They sound like a bunch of women gossiping while they clap out tortillas. When the crow is simply announcing that company’s coming, the caw is lower and  steadier.”  She paused here to make sure I was following her. “But when the crow caws in a low dark voice, he’s telling you someone is going to die!”

I’ll have to pay more attentiionn to the crows, I thought. We talked about other things. The Sno Cone man never made an appearance so I went back to the ranch still dying of thirst.

I found a shady place in the courtyard and accepted an icy gin and tonic from Sonia, my housekeeper of many years.

Caw, caw, caw!

I sat watching watching a bunch of big black crows lined up on the back wall

Caw, Caw, caw!

I listened carefully.

Caw, caw, caw!

“It sounds like we’re having company,”  I said to Sonia. “Would you fix up a tray of chips and dips?”

“Of course.” Sonia returned to the house to see about the snacks and I sat listening.

Caw, caw, caw!

Geez! I hope I heard right.

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Books by Daniel Revleles

Enchiladas, Rice, And Beans

Salsa And Chips

Tequila, Lemon, And Salt

Guacamole Dip

Coming to Kindle in November

LOVE POTION

a novel

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Scenes from the plaza

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