They finally made their escape; Maria glanced at her half-brother:
“This might be a little bumpy; good we had plan D.1”
The horizon behind them was a absorbed in a tangerine howl; heatwaves came right before the jeep rode forty meters on the shockwave.
“Wonder if Pa took plan E”, Pedro mused.
“Ha, I think Ma would go for F directly”
Don Francisco and Donna Juanita faced each other for the first time in decades. The soft music brought a softness to Juanitas stature:
“How sweet that they found love at last”
Don Francisco smiled but still kept a safe distance.
“I think they will be back soon — on foot”
he looked at his Rolex:
“Just about now they are out of gas — plan G”
Much later — a young couple came walking through the jungle to a seedy motel. Smiling the receptionist said:
“Welcome — your parents are in the lounge”