Of course The adults weren’t as scared as we kids were, because everyone that grew up with these stories knew she only wanted children. Preferably, under the age of ten years old. So the adults were only worried about the safty of their children, gathering them close, and counting heads. It was very frightening indeed, but That’s the extent of My experience.

Unlike My uncle Jose, who was close to our age due to the fact his mother, my nana had him later in life. So he was only a couple of years older than I, and I never called him uncle because of that. Anyway, One evening as dusk was approaching, My nana was fixing dinner and needed some cilantro immediately. She told Jose to run as fast as could to the little Marqeta about a mile away, and buy some cilantro so their posole would taste the way it should.

Jose wasn’t thrilled about the errand, but he did pride himself on his running faster than the rest of us kids. So He ran, and upon arriving at the market, The owner told him pepito( his nickname) I am gonna close the shop in fifteen minutes, why don’t you wait for me and I will give you a ride home? Well, because it was getting preety dark, Jose agreed and sat down to wait for Don Manuel, The owner of the market.