Cenote City by Monique Quintana

Author:Monique Quintana [Quintana, Monique]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

THE TEQUILA TEXT OF LOVE

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The night after the racetrack quinceañera, Stevie decided to profess his love for Professor Mundo via text message. Most of those close to him knew he was in love with his clown teacher because he told us so. He talked about his clown teacher all the time. He had invited me and Yoli and Carlo over to his apartment for Piper’s Pizza. He asked us to bring the booze, which we were always happy to supply. We ordered music videos from a TV program called “The Rox” with his ATM card. Stevie usually just waited for other people to buy songs, but he had just gotten a windfall of money from mariachi and pizzeria paychecks, and he was in a generous mood. When a person called in to order a song on “The Rox,” their name would appear on the TV screen and so, every time we saw Steven or Stevie or Sanchez on the screen, we all drank a shot of tequila. Stevie asked us to bring white tequila because it went down smooth and because Professor Mundo said in class once that white tequila was the best.

Yoli had made herself a new green striped pencil skirt and matching shirt. It fit dangerously. She had just dyed her hair jet-black and there was dye drip on the back of her shirt, but it sort of looked like Ash Wednesday ash or a cool trick, so no one even brought it to her attention. She brought candles in pink, yellow, and green cauldrons that she’d bought at the general store because we had planned to have a séance to contact her grandmother who had strayed from her women’s club, The League of Mexican Mayhem, during a nighttime excursion. She had gotten lost and died in a corn maze on a ranch just outside of the city the year before. The people on the ranch had been in such a frenzy to find her that they kept getting lost and begged The Generales to bring in a helicopter to fly over and find her. They refused, and by the time the ranch hands found her, her grandmother was doing a death tango with a dilapidated scarecrow piñata, a paper prince that had been pulled from the attic and propped in the maze every year. If only piñatas could talk, everyone said that night. Maybe he could have helped the woman find her way out.

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