She stood up and pulled me up off the bench. She said that I had to leave before the twilight set in. All of them walked with me to my car and we said good-bye.
La Gorda gave me a last command. She told me that on my return I should go directly to the Genaros’ house.
“We don’t want to see you until you know what to do,” she said with a radiant smile. “But don’t delay too long.”
The little sisters nodded.
“Those mountains are not going to let us stay here much longer,” she said, and with a subtle movement of her chin she pointed to the ominous, eroded hills across the valley.
I asked her one more question. I wanted to know if she had any idea where the Nagual and Genaro would go after we had completed our rendezvous. She looked up at the sky, raised her arms and made an indescribable gesture with them to point out that there was no limit to that vastness.