El Tio Facundo
In Cártamo, where I was born, something happened during the summer of 1952 that pretty much shattered my hopes of ever having a normal life.
José, my father, and the rest of my family lived quietly here until that damn Tuesday at 10 am when without much warning Uncle Facundo showed up.
My father always told us he was the black sheep of the family and Aunt Fermina claimed that he had poisoned his wife and kept all her money. Nevertheless, he honestly looked like a nice guy to me, and as soon as he arrived we were all charmed by his charisma. It was due to his advice that we got to feel true happiness for the first time in our lives.
But just as soon as we started enjoying ourselves a little, things ended up getting inexplicably out of control, don't they always?
We needed to go back to our old ways but, how could we tell Uncle Facundo?