Tulio ran outside without even answering him. "FATHER!!!!!! COME
HERE!!! COME HERE!!!!"
Marcel ran in, looking a little flustered. "What? What is it now?"
"Miguel said that his father was Juan Cervantes!"
Marcel turned slowly to look at Miguel. "You are the son of Juan Cervantes?"
Miguel was still very confused. "Yes. Did you know him?"
Marcel laughed. "Know him, why he saved my life!!!"
Miguel looked at him for a minute. "Saved your life? How?"
Marcel sat down next to Miguel. "Well you see, I was fifteen when it happened. My father had left to go to town for the day, so he left me in charge of the baking. I was never really interested in baking, so I just put a few rolls in and shoved as many logs of wood it would hold in the oven and fell asleep. Well, I woke up to a strong smell, and I saw that the oven was on fire! I tried to run to the oven to put it out, but then it exploded as I reached it, giving me this." He rolled up his sleeve to show Miguel a large scar that went all across his arm. "The blast knocked me into the wall, knocking me out. But then, when I came to, I was outside. And standing above me, was Juan." He said with a smile.
"He drug me out of the house and had gotten the whole town to extinguish the fire. My father was furious at me, but before he could whip me, Juan spoke up and said that it was his fault, that he was helping me with the oven and put too much wood inside. Well, my father punched him in the face with all of his might and forbid me to ever see him again. But I saw him everyday since then, and he became my best friend."
Miguel listened intuitively to the story. "My father was a hero?" he asked.
"Yes, and he was also pretty good with a sword too. He beat me every time we'd have a practice duel." he said, laughing out loud. "So, how is my old friend I wonder?"
Miguel once again felt a stab of pain in his heart.
"Uh. Miguel said that he died." Tulio answered for him.
Marcel's smile faded. "Juan is dead?... How?"
Tulio didn't know how he died, so they both looked at Miguel. "He-" Miguel choked from the knot forming in his throat. "He was murdered. I saw him die." And with that, he laid back down again, giving the others the signal that he didn't want to talk anymore.
Marcel ran in, looking a little flustered. "What? What is it now?"
"Miguel said that his father was Juan Cervantes!"
Marcel turned slowly to look at Miguel. "You are the son of Juan Cervantes?"
Miguel was still very confused. "Yes. Did you know him?"
Marcel laughed. "Know him, why he saved my life!!!"
Miguel looked at him for a minute. "Saved your life? How?"
Marcel sat down next to Miguel. "Well you see, I was fifteen when it happened. My father had left to go to town for the day, so he left me in charge of the baking. I was never really interested in baking, so I just put a few rolls in and shoved as many logs of wood it would hold in the oven and fell asleep. Well, I woke up to a strong smell, and I saw that the oven was on fire! I tried to run to the oven to put it out, but then it exploded as I reached it, giving me this." He rolled up his sleeve to show Miguel a large scar that went all across his arm. "The blast knocked me into the wall, knocking me out. But then, when I came to, I was outside. And standing above me, was Juan." He said with a smile.
"He drug me out of the house and had gotten the whole town to extinguish the fire. My father was furious at me, but before he could whip me, Juan spoke up and said that it was his fault, that he was helping me with the oven and put too much wood inside. Well, my father punched him in the face with all of his might and forbid me to ever see him again. But I saw him everyday since then, and he became my best friend."
Miguel listened intuitively to the story. "My father was a hero?" he asked.
"Yes, and he was also pretty good with a sword too. He beat me every time we'd have a practice duel." he said, laughing out loud. "So, how is my old friend I wonder?"
Miguel once again felt a stab of pain in his heart.
"Uh. Miguel said that he died." Tulio answered for him.
Marcel's smile faded. "Juan is dead?... How?"
Tulio didn't know how he died, so they both looked at Miguel. "He-" Miguel choked from the knot forming in his throat. "He was murdered. I saw him die." And with that, he laid back down again, giving the others the signal that he didn't want to talk anymore.
