10 Miguels children (2/2)
The woman smiled encouragingly at Sam. Sam grabbed one of the sandwiches and bit hearty a big bite. While Sam chewed, the woman opened the thermos and poured fragrant coffee into the lid of the pot. She handed it to Sam and spoke in a casual conversational tone.
”I'm Anita, Miguel's wife. Unfortunately, I had no room left for sugar and milk, but I hope they drink it too black.”
Sam got the big bite in his throat. She coughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. How casually did her Anita patted her back assuring, ”All right, breakfast is not poisoned, nor do they have anything to fear from me.”
She handed her the cup of coffee. Sam drank the hot brew with small sips and was glad that the half-chewed bite in her throat was slipping noticeably through her esophagus. Anita looked at her attentively.
”What is your name of my love? Tell me something about yourself”
Sam looked at the coffee in her cup as if the answer to the question posed on the black surface could form into letters. She sighed and gave Anita the required report with short sentences.
”My name is Samantha Harriette Baxter. I am 23 years old and what you benevolently a ...?” she cleared her throat?” ... would call an exotic dancer.?
Somewhat quieter? I murdered her brother-in-law?”
Anita straightened her shoulders and put a dainty hand on Sam's knee.
And with that they have helped my children and my family to justice.
Sam looked surprised in Anita's eyes. These were swimming in tears. But with pinched corners Anita chatted on.
”I am here to help you. As far as that is in my power. Miguel will not kill you. Since he is on the verge of renaming the mayor and district Sheriff, he has no choice and must put you in jail. Do not worry, in a few months, if some grass has grown over the story, I'll buy you free. Nothing unusual in Mexico. My family has enormous funds. I'll fetch you out as soon as the new elections are over and nobody thinks about you anymore?”
Sam shook his head in disbelief. ”Why??”
Anita laughed hard. ”Why? My dear, when Miguel came home early this morning, he shook me awake. He pulled me into the bedroom of our children.”
”He woke the children and asked my drowsy daughter if Uncle Manuel had done anything with her, that she did not want to. My daughter crossed her arms over her chest and began to howl, my son peeing silently into his pajamas. Miguel got up without a word and left the room. I put dry clothes on my son and put the distraught children back to bed. When I came down to the kitchen, my husband sat sobbing heavily at the kitchen table and drank tequila from a glass of water. Miguel never cries and Tequilla is only available for guests. So I sensed that something terrible had happened. When my husband told me everything, the tequila bottle was empty and my nightgown dripped from our tears.”