Mumbo-jumbo and rum
Chapter 13. About how cigars and how they explode
San Lucas del Pulque, Estado de México, México
Grandmother was also an excellent actress and a wonderful comedian with a very sharp sense of humor.
“Of course, Manuelita!” Grandfather interjected, as he pleaded with his hands and turned to me for support. “That man took a bottle of water out of his black bag…”
“Holy water, Jairo!” my grandmother interrupted.
“Holy water, that´s just tap water! Remember I asked him where it came from? And he admitted that they had filled it in the kitchen before he left Managua! So then because he does his mumbo-jumbo he audaciously claims that it is better than my rum. Imagine that, honey chile! What a nerve!” he exclaimed as he smacked his forehead dramatically, but with a gleam in his eye. Clearly they both were enjoying this reenactment of that day!
“ This, my dear, led to a discussion that was going nowhere. That’s when I decided that enough was enough!”
“Oh, let me tell you! Your grandmother is the sharpest woman in the whole wide world!” This, he stated with a clear admiration, that I knew was sincere.
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