Chapter Thirteen
The next three months had been disastrous for all concerned. The Cinco de Mayo event was nearing as it was now April, but Lucinda couldn’t have cared less, or at least she told herself that. The minute she and Manolo were face to face, all had become clear, and the final match had been struck before falling into a pool of gasoline. She had gone to the hotel, packed her bags, taken a cab to the bus station, and bought a ticket back to Agua Prieta where she informed her family her marriage was done. The following week, when she knew Manolo was out of the country fighting in Venezuela, she went to Mexico City, cleaned all of her things out of the apartment, and returned back home.
Her family felt it best not to be involved and let things take their course.
Manolo, on the o
