Chapter 15 The Key 320
“Lots, actually. You are welcome to read my journal if you’d like,” I answered, handing it to her open to my latest entry. “I am sure if you guys had heard anything from Chris you would have told me by now, but I am asking anyway. Just in case you forgot.”
“Nope, Mom,” Emily replied, “but I really am sure he is just fine. We are looking for food. Puerto is organizing a food disbursement center so we can all share until things start to clear up again. I am supposed to fly home this weekend to start summer school. Who knows if that will happen, but in the meantime, Vivian and I are concentrating on the relief and recovery efforts. Everything is certainly up in the air.”
“That’s great. You two look so clean and refreshed. Do you know of a working shower?” I asked.
“We visited the cenote across the highway this morning and cleaned up there,” Vivian explained as she sat down to read my journal. “From here, just turn left out of Xel Ha and follow the foot path next to the golf course. It takes you right out to the highway. Look for the bright blue billboard on the ground and turn in there. That billboard used to be the Agua Azul sign for the cenote.”
Checking the time, I decided I could go to the cenote and still be on time to meet Jorge for our phone appointment if I hustled. I climbed the hanging staircase and rummaged through what was dry and found a towel and some shampoo. I even grabbed my razor. I just needed to find some routine in this mess. A breeze blew through the broken windows along with an assortment of bugs. As I observed them, I wondered how they survived the storm and were back already to annoy me.
Heading down the stairs, I stopped to say good-bye to the girls, and Vivian stopped me.
“Nope, Mom,” Emily replied, “but I really am sure he is just fine. We are looking for food. Puerto is organizing a food disbursement center so we can all share until things start to clear up again. I am supposed to fly home this weekend to start summer school. Who knows if that will happen, but in the meantime, Vivian and I are concentrating on the relief and recovery efforts. Everything is certainly up in the air.”
“That’s great. You two look so clean and refreshed. Do you know of a working shower?” I asked.
“We visited the cenote across the highway this morning and cleaned up there,” Vivian explained as she sat down to read my journal. “From here, just turn left out of Xel Ha and follow the foot path next to the golf course. It takes you right out to the highway. Look for the bright blue billboard on the ground and turn in there. That billboard used to be the Agua Azul sign for the cenote.”
Checking the time, I decided I could go to the cenote and still be on time to meet Jorge for our phone appointment if I hustled. I climbed the hanging staircase and rummaged through what was dry and found a towel and some shampoo. I even grabbed my razor. I just needed to find some routine in this mess. A breeze blew through the broken windows along with an assortment of bugs. As I observed them, I wondered how they survived the storm and were back already to annoy me.
Heading down the stairs, I stopped to say good-bye to the girls, and Vivian stopped me.
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