"But you can't stay at Petaca, as it is."
They spoke angrily:
"Mama's getting sicker."
"She'll be better in Guadalajara."
"But she needs you!"
"No, she doesn't need me. You can help."
"But I don't want to go," Vicente exclaimed.
"You're going anyway, to help Mama."
"You help Mama.... You go!"
Buzzards perched on the galvanized iron roof, and Vicente threw rotten oranges at them. When the telegraph operator came out of his room, he said that the train might come tomorrow. "No use waiting any longer. There's no chance today."