Scolding the naughty little girls.
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Chapter IX: The girl and the mango tree
San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico
“In the patio, the aroma began to intensify, reaching out, pervasive and pungent and saturating the space with a presence that almost had become tangible. I was starting to feel a bit unsteady. My grandmother’s words seemed to reach to me from a distant far-flung world, gradually dissolving as they came closer.
Let me tell you, darling. It seemed so bizarre that without further thought I commented it to Doña Leonor. I even interrupted what she was telling me at the moment. I believe I had never dared to disrupt her speech before that. You see, that wouldn’t be a good idea, for your great-grandmother was, at times, so bossy and hot-tempered! Like the lemons when they are about to be ripe, sometimes very sweet, but at other times they can be so bitter to the taste. Well, without more, I mentioned how the air had filled with the sweet fragrance, so sweet, yet so sharp at the same time. Jairo’s mother just stared at me for what I felt was an interminable time. She looked at me so that I began to feel utterly embarrassed. I assumed that she was about to scold me for interrupting, just as if I were a child!”
I couldn’t contain my laughter. With those comments, the strong aroma dissipated momentarily… It seemed so funny to think of Grandmother, happily married and with three children of her own, and for her to be frightened of being scolded by her husband’s mother as if she were a little girl.
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