Things were going smoothly in the kitchen but Esteban couldn't help but overhear the argument coming from the office, it seems that the landlord was off the wagon again and was putting the squeeze on Horatio for the rent in advance. " That's ridiculous, you know I can't afford that." Horatio rationalized, but there's no rationalizing with a drunk going through withdrawals.
"Seven thousand pesos by this weekend or your out of here, goodbye." with that the land-drunk turned and stormed out the door with a false sense of purpose. " God I hate that guy." sighed Esteban. Horatio came to the kitchen doorway with a disheartened look about him, "Esteban" he said almost in disbelief, "We have to come up with seven-thousand pesos by Domingo or we have to close the cantina, I don't know what to do."
Esteban was strong, he wrapped his arm around his father and said "This was my mother's dream, we have to keep it going, no one is gonna take this away from us, especially not an old drunk." "I will figure something out don't worry" He sat and thought for a minute, he was gonna need a real miracle to pull this one off. (to be continued)
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