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Doors: Chapter 49

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Alma does not appreciate surprises. Isa is working extra hard at imperfection, while honing the newer aspects of her Gift. Bubo's family is coming to grips with a non-existent money system. His Tío Jose is up to stuff. Mirabel is trying hard not to let things freak her out. Tuli is almost settling in and there be a ghost in the Encanto - go figure. This is the first half of a longer chapter I decided to break into two. I'll probably post the next sooner and not later. Not sure how it managed to get so big... For those still reading - thanks! It's been a busy time, that has hopefully settled back into its usual boringness. Oh and btw I don't like Miguel... he's a jerk.

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Rodrigo Iguarán came out of his tent to stretch his legs and clear his head. He could not wait to interview Alma Madrigal about this place, and had spent the last two hours formulating several questions he wanted to include. While it was obvious she was the matriarch of her family, the Madrigals were all looked to as leaders of this place. He was surprised how easy she and her family were to talk to. In his experience, people in charge tended to be a bit more arrogant, but not this family. Rodrigo wished there was telephone service here or even just postal service of some kind, but since there was not, he’d have to be patient. Of course, he would need to think about how he would tell his abuela about her sister. Finding out someone you thought was dead, was not, would be a bit of a shock.

He walked the short way toward the center of town. There were still a few people out in the plaza, which for some reason surprised him. Not sure why he was expecting it to be deserted. There were no children, just people having a night out. It was a welcome change to the life he’d been living up until now. He used to enjoy camping during the holidays, but after his trek through the mountains… not anymore. He saw there were a few food vendors still set up near the shops that had closed for the day and feeling a little peckish, he went over to one hoping he had enough to buy something small. He was surprised that the elderly man running it did not ask for money. He instead asked him for his name and his promise.

Rodrigo was confused by this but told him his name and explained that he had just arrived today and only had a small amount of money on him. This made the old man smile then after taking a few wrapped sandwiches out of the warmer he said, “Ah, since that’s the case, please take this as my welcome gift, Señor.”

“Welcome gift? Your little town has already given us so much, I couldn’t impose further,” Rodrigo said, holding up his hands.

“Of course you can,” he said and set them on the edge of his cart, then added, “There is a standing request from Doña Alma to use our Gifts to assist our newcomers as we can.”

Still taken aback, Rodrigo decided it would be impolite to refuse and said, “Thank you, Señor.” He took the sandwiches, which were a little warm, and said, “You must allow me to repay you in kind. You mentioned a promise?”

The man paused a moment and replied, “Will you be remaining in the Encanto?”

“Only for a few months. I have to get back to my university to complete my studies.”

“A scholar then. Well let me think on it. I am not in need of anything right now.”

His curiosity got the better of him, and Rodrigo asked, “Pardon me for asking, but have you always lived here?”

“Yes, I was fifteen when the Encanto was born.”

“Born?”

“Yes, it was a miracle born from Doña Alma’s grief and despair...or perhaps it was the spirit of Don Pedro protecting her and his newborn babies after he was murdered.”

Rodrigo blinked. He'd said it so easily. No hesitation at all. Given the number of people he’d interviewed about that time period, he should not be surprised. Still, Rodrigo’s shocked expression must have shown because the man quickly added, “My pardon, Señor. I did not mean-”

“Oh no no, Señor, please forgive my ignorance. I only know small bits of the story, and I’ll admit I am already quite intrigued to learn more. I am a student of history and personal stories.” Rodrigo looked down at his watch and realized it was getting pretty late and asked, “Would it be possible for me to speak with you again?”

The old man thought on that for a moment, then nodded and said, “Yes.”

“Gracias Señor...” Rodrigo paused, waiting.

“Tabarez,” the man responded once he realized what Rodrigo was waiting for.

“Señor Tabarez,” Rodrigo nodded and pulled the meaning up from somewhere in his head and thought, a strong family name. “How will I find you?”

“I’m here most nights,” he said and patted his cart.

“Then I will look forward to it. Good night, Señor Tabarez.”

“Good night, Señor Iguarán,” the old man said and sat back on the small bench.

Rodrigo turned and started back toward his tent. The warm sandwiches he was carrying smelled absolutely delicious, so he carefully unwrapped one and took a big bite. He delighted in the taste of guava paste and melty cheese. It was something he'd not tasted since his last visit with his Mamá. He also did not recall a time when he’d come to a place as a stranger and been met with so much kindness. Halfway back, he heard a ruckus behind him and turned.

As he did, he saw Miguel running a bit crookedly, then falling into a bush on the side of the road. Given the way Miguel was moving, Rodrigo assumed he was drunk again, so did not go over to see if he was all right. What in the world was he running from, you would have thought he had the devil on his tail. When they were on the road, his primo had asked him to make sure Miguel didn’t fall off the trail or some random cliff. There were a few occasions when he’d found this one almost too drunk to walk. It stopped happening once Gabi told him he could either turn over all the liquor he’d brought, or he’d be forced to leave their group.

Miguel had drunk a fair amount during supper and his behavior during the meal was pretty appalling, but was actually better than Rodrigo was expecting. Given that he’d found time to get drunk, it was a good bet he’d already told his mother about that event. He took another bite of his sandwich and was about to leave when the bush moaned then shuddered. Rodrigo sighed. Here he was just thinking of the kindness of the people here, so he walked over and looked down at Miguel as he rolled over and groaned.

Definitely drunk, Rodrigo thought. Where did he find enough drink to be this inebriated? Then he remembered the welcome gift he was just given. Leave it to this one to take advantage. He wondered how many promises Miguel had offered in exchange, knowing full well he’d not remember a one. Irritated now, Rodrigo said as he dragged Miguel to his feet, “Come on then, Miguel.”

“I don’t need your help,” Miguel sputtered as he shook Rodrigo’s hand off his arm.

“Of course you don’t,” Rodrigo said, “What was it you were running from anyway? Black cat cross your path?”

“Brujas,” he said, trying and failing to dust off his rumpled clothes.

“Brujas?” He had Rodrigo’s attention now.

“Yes, I barely escaped. Those... those witches, tried to kill me,” he added with a shudder.

“Kill you? That’s a pretty serious accusation, Miguel. Where were you when this happened?” Rodrigo asked.

Miguel shut down as he realized he’d said more than he wanted to, but Rodrigo was curious now, so repeated the question.

“It was near the edge of town,” Miguel said cautiously.

“Edge of town… does that mean you were down near the Madrigal home.”

“Why would I go there?”

Rodrigo shrugged, he knew Miguel was lying but resisted the urge to say so. He got Miguel moving again then said, “Here take this, you should probably eat something,” Rodrigo said and offered Miguel the other sandwich, “It’s pretty delicious.” Rodrigo didn’t think one sandwich would be near enough, but he thought it best to distract him before he could wander off.

Miguel was still swaying some but took the sandwich and asked, “Where did you get this? None of these devil people accept money.”

Rodrigo actually took offense to Miguel’s choice of words. He had never met such an ungrateful… He certainly was not about to waste time explaining anything to Miguel while he was drunk, and probably wouldn’t bother when he sobered up. Irritated, Rodrigo asked, “Does that matter?”

Miguel shook his head and seemed to calm down some. As they walked, they finished the sandwiches and Rodrigo took the wrappers as he walked Miguel back to his tent. He waited for him to go inside and heard Miguel trip. The tent was silent after that, so Rodrigo headed back to his own. He emptied his pockets onto his journal, then quickly undressed and laid on his cot. He was going to need to talk to Bubo about how things worked around here. No wonder, Bubo didn’t have a job. He didn’t need one.

“Was that Miguel’s voice?” José asked.

“Yes.”

“Drunk?”

“Unfortunately, and I thought you were asleep.”

“No.”

“Something bothering you?”

“Other than feeling like we’ve brought a darkness with us to this place? No.” He was silent for a time and added, “I’ll not fail my sister a second time. Tuli won’t be safe here if Miguel and his mother remain, and getting them to move on might be difficult.”

Rodrigo agreed, but didn't have any solutions either but said, “Perhaps there is a magical solution to that problem.” José didn’t answer, he only grunted, so Rodrigo let himself relax and went to sleep.

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Alma woke to a gentle tapping on her door. Today was finally the day. Alma got out of bed and pulled on her robe when the gentle knock repeated. The door swung open, and Mirabel was there, looking concerned.

“Good morning, Abuela. Are you feeling rested?”

“I’m doing well, Mirabel,” Alma replied. Her nieta had a nervous look and set to swinging her arms. This reminded Alma of when Mira was small and had done something she shouldn’t, so she asked, “Is something wrong?”

Mirabel shrugged as she folded her hands up in front of herself, and Alma decided something was definitely up. Mira took a deep breath, and all the fidgets stopped, and she said, “Well, I have something to tell you and I wanted you to hear it from me first. Can I come in for a minute?”

“Of course,” Alma replied and glanced at Mira’s door. The smaller butterfly was resting on its hand, and nothing appeared out of place, but Alma noted that Casita closed the door as she guided Mirabel to the bed. “Now, what did you need to tell me.”

Mirabel sat down and fiddled with her skirt for a moment then said in a rush after a deep breath as she adjusted her glasses, “I did something really dumb last night… ”

“Surely, it couldn’t have been that bad.”

Mirabel let out some nervous laughter and said, “Oh no, it was… I kind of snuck out of the house last night.”

“Mirabel Valentina Rojas Madrigal, that was so dangerous. You could have been hurt.”

“I know, I know, but I just wanted to look at that tree Isabela grew yesterday…” Alma felt that all too familiar stab of fear that used to rule her thinking as Mirabel continued, “and I did… but while I was out there…” Mirabel hesitated and took another deep breath.

“While you were out there… ” Alma said bluntly. She could not hide the anger in her tone but decided she might as well hear all of it.

Mirabel flinched slightly but took an even deeper breath, closed her eyes then said even faster, “While I was out there, I ran into Señor Rodriguez, and I’m pretty sure he’d been drinking because he was swaying and smelled like alcohol.” As each word came out of Mirabel’s mouth, Alma’s alarm was rising. “And from the direction he came… I think he was by Casita,” Mirabel stopped at Alma’s look of horror.

“Such a reckless and foolish thing to do, Mirabel,” Alma said curtly as she put a hand on her chest. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she said a little breathlessly, “I thought I made it clear to you, that you were not to leave Casita by yourself.”

“You did, Abuela-”

“But you did it anyway?”

“Yes, and I’m sorry, I know I didn’t think that through, but I just wasn’t expecting there to be anyone out there. Nothing happened, Isabela-”

“Isa went with you?” Alma asked, her confusion increasing as Mira picked at some imaginary lint then said with a nervous laugh, “Ah, actually no. I went by myself. Through a window, and told Casita not to rat me out.” When she noticed Alma’s frown deepen, she quickly added, “Yeah, not the best idea, thankfully Isa saw me and followed me.”

Though Alma felt relieved, she was now a little uncomfortable. This was not how she wanted to start this day and there was something else she wanted to do today, but it wasn’t coming to her as she responded, “Well, thank goodness for that.” She tried to calm herself and breathe through her nose as she twisted slightly. “You must use better judgement, Mirabel. Please do not do that again.”

“Oh, I definitely won’t,” Mirabel said as she stood up. When she turned back, she tilted her head and asked, “Are you okay, Abuela?”

Alma nodded, but doing so made her feel a bit dizzy and she wavered slightly. Mirabel moved closer and said something else, but Alma didn’t catch it. She felt a little hot as she tried and failed to undo the tie of her robe. Mira knelt in front of her, saying something, but her voice was muffled. Mirabel gently touched her forehead with the back of her hand, then helped Alma lie back against her pillows. Alma did not resist as she yawned. Casita opened the door and Dolores was there. She said something to Mira that made Mirabel nod.

This was all so disconcerting. Alma’s heart had not slowed, and she wondered why it was beating so quickly. She didn’t feel concern, but she remembered the Doctor’s warnings as she yawned again. So tired, it felt as if she’d run all the way around the Encanto. She turned on her side as she yawned a third time but resisted the urge to sleep. She remembered now. Noon... that was it. She needed to get through that yellow door.

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Julieta was working on breakfast and keeping an eye on Tuli as she and Antonio set the cutlery and glasses on the table. It was a beautiful day, so she’d asked Luisa to deposit the table on the patio. Her daughter’s overt yawn after doing so caused Julieta to ask how Tuli had slept. Luisa told her how often Tuli had awakened, even with the medication. Each time, it was obvious she was terrified, but seemed to easily settle back. Sometime after midnight, Tuli woke one more time, but on that occasion Luisa had her climb into her bed and Tuli stayed asleep after that. Helping Isa with her chores and the stress of seeing her Tío again had taken a lot out of her.

Bubo looked exhausted at breakfast the day before, and Julieta was thankful he'd asked to stay with her overnight. Though Tuli did not sleep well, she seemed less drained this morning and did not appear to be as fatigued as she seemed to be yesterday. She’d sent word to Bubo and his Tío to come this morning for breakfast. They would need to accompany Mira to register Tuli for school. That, and Gus needed to speak with them about the shoe shop. Julieta was not really concerned that they would reject living there, but she knew those townsfolk that were aware of the house's history would, of course, comment. Hopefully, no one in town would do more than whisper about the fact that Jorge died there, and that the place was haunted. Pepa being so in tune with the weather, always said there was a cold spot.

Julieta paused in her work when Casita shifted a few tiles. She listened as the house relayed that Mira was with her Abuela. Dolores had been alerted to Abuela’s heart beating very quickly and had already contacted the Doctor. Isa came into the kitchen with Agustín, and Julieta waved her over to her. Her hair was in mild disarray, and her outfit was as mismatched as she’d seen of late, and this amused Julieta. Gus didn’t stop after giving her a peck on the cheek, instead he continued out onto the patio to mediate a disagreement that had broken out between the children.

“What can I help you with, Mamá?” Isa asked.

“I need to meet the Doctor, he’s on his way here. Your Abuela is not feeling well this morning. Could you please finish up breakfast for me?” Julieta asked her oldest. Isa appeared a little taken aback but nodded as she took the wooden spatula from her. “Thank you, mija,” Julieta said and gave Isa a quick squeeze before she headed for the front door. She hadn’t told Isa about Bubo and his Tío coming for breakfast, and Julieta noted that her daughter had only barely brushed her hair. As part of her bid to be imperfect, her once perfect daughter had come down for breakfast in the most interesting outfits since the breaking. Less so since they’d moved back into Casita. Something about this house, she supposed.

Doris and Inez would be coming after breakfast to register Lucia and Sophia. Both girls had been out of school for almost two months because of the strife Colombia was currently experiencing. Inez, though softer spoken than Doris, was very keen to get them back into school, even if it was only for the time being. Julieta glanced over at the tree Mirabel had left the house to look at last night. It was a mighty oak, that was for sure. Her thoughts were interrupted when Dolores began to provide her with a little more information as she picked up her pace toward the town. She pulled up short when the Doctor appeared around a corner. He looked a little disheveled, and Julieta wondered if they’d inadvertently pulled the Doctor from his bed. She immediately tried to apologize, but the Doctor waved her off, and together the pair headed back toward Casita.

“So, tell me, has your mother had any other episodes?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Julieta replied.

He nodded and asked, “And the child?”

“Still having nightmares, but I believe she slept better.”

Again the Doctor nodded. They reached Casita and the Doctor paused, seeing a set of stairs in the middle of the courtyard. He took it in stride as Julieta nudged him forward, and Casita opened Mirabel’s door as they reached the top. They entered her mother’s room to find Alma laying on her side, yawning but not sleeping, and Mirabel pacing near the window. Julieta collected her daughter, and together they left the room as the Doctor began his examination. She pulled the door most of the way closed and guided Mira to the sofa. After they both sat in silence for a bit, Mirabel asked, “Is Abuela going to be okay?”

Julieta glanced over at Mira’s door and said, “I believe so.”

“I mean, is her health okay… really?”

Julieta paused, trying to decide how much she should tell her daughter. Mirabel’s apparent ‘destiny’ as someday matriarch still made Julieta a little nervous. Almost grown was not the same as all the way grown. Still, it was probably better for her to know than to not know, so she replied, “Since her illness, your Abuela has been having trouble with her heart.” Mirabel’s change of expression made Julieta think, Mira was blaming herself, so asked, “What were you two talking about?”

Mirabel sighed as she rubbed her hands on her skirt. “Well… ” she started, then went silent as she stared at her lap.

Julieta put an arm around Mirabel and asked, “Were you telling her about your little adventure last night?”

Mirabel let out a small groan in response, but Julieta noted that Mira only nodded. She didn’t hunch in on herself or attempt to make excuses. Julieta gave her a squeeze and said, “Your Tío told me about it. I’m glad you see how foolish that was.”

“I’m sorry, Mamá. I didn’t mean to frighten Abuela. I know I didn’t think that through. I just wanted to let her know about what happened before someone told her a more embellished version,” Mirabel said with a shrug.

“By someone, did you mean your sister?”

Mira snorted and said, “Maybe?”

Julieta let out a chuckle. Mirabel’s propensity for ratting her sister out when she was younger was something Isabela had held a grudge about for a long time, even after Mira grew out of that stage. “Did she say something or shout at you yesterday?”

“No, actually. She hugged me and asked if I was okay.”

“Maybe, Mira, you need to let go of who your sister was so you can help her be who she is.”

“Yeah, I see that now. Just so different. Thanks, Mamá. Guess I really do need to grow up a little more.”

Julieta nodded, even though it hurt her heart to admit her last baby really was no longer a child. “Now go help your sister with breakfast while I talk to your Abuela and the Doctor.”

“What’s Luisa making?”

“Isa is handling breakfast.”

Mirabel let out a giggle snort as they stood up. “This ought to be interesting,” Mirabel said and was out the door. Julieta turned back to her mother’s room as the Doctor came out and beckoned to her. Her mother was now sitting up in bed, fussing with her blanket. The Doctor indicated Julieta should sit on the bed as he pulled up the only chair. Her mother took her hand as the Doctor began, “To start, I am not a heart specialist, just a general practitioner, but what you experienced, Doña Alma, is called tachycardia. An excessively rapid heartbeat. I am glad that it’s resolved itself quickly, and you're back to a normal rhythm. Your blood pressure is a little elevated, so I’m going to ask you to take it easy for today.” Her mother just nodded, and the Doctor said quietly, “I know how frustrating this must be for you, but there is some consolation. The murmur that was present previously is much less prominent. To me, that suggests that you are improving, but as we discussed, it is important you let your children know if something like this happens again.”

Her mother nodded again and said, “Thank you, Doctor.”

“You’re most welcome, Doña Alma. I’ll check on you later when I come by to speak with the child if that is acceptable.” Her mother, again, nodded, so he rose and put his equipment back in his bag. Julieta joined him as he headed toward the door. He exited, and Julieta sighed when she turned back. Her mother appeared to have only waited until the Doctor was through the door before she’d thrown off her blanket. She was quickly up and out of bed as she took off her robe and cast it toward the chair. Casita caught it in a basket and Julieta just sighed and said, “Oi, Mamá, at least let me help you.” Her mother only hurumphed as Julieta helped her out of her nightgown.

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Isabela finished making the arepas her mother had started and moved on to carefully peeling eggs while the beans and rice were warming. She never liked this chore, so when Mirabel came into the kitchen asking if she could help, she took her sister up on the offer to take over. Isa thanked her as she dried her overly wrinkled hands and handed her an apron. Mirabel got to work, humming to herself as she peeled. Working quickly, she made Isa a tad bit jealous since the eggs looked ten times better than her efforts. Isa moved back to the stove and stirred the pot of last night’s beans and rice, as Luisa came into the kitchen. She seemed aghast to find Isa cooking and asked, “Where is Mamá?”

Her tone was almost horrified, and Isabela frowned at her sister as she felt the petunias sprout. Isa let the flowers fall apart. She knew they were petunias since her sister returned the frown. Luisa knew she never liked those flowers – always so finicky, and she dreaded any order that requested she make them. But before she could answer, Mirabel said, “She’s with Abuela and the Doctor upstairs.”

“Is something wrong with Abuela?” Luisa asked.

Mirabel looked startled as she realized then that the question hadn’t been for her and cleared her throat before she replied, “Casita told me Dolores called the Doctor because she said Abuela’s heart was beating really fast.”

“But she’s alright?” Luisa asked.

“Mamá seemed to think so,” Mirabel said as she focused on the egg in her hands. If Isa didn’t know better, her hermanita was blushing. Which meant she was either straight-up lying or wasn’t telling them everything, and why would Casita need to tell her that? Dolores would have had to call the Doctor on the map in her room. She didn’t get to ask, since Dolores walked into the kitchen then with her mother. Both stopped as the three sisters were now staring as a cloud formed over Tía Pepa’s head as Antonio ran into the kitchen and wrapped her legs up in a giggly hug. Their Tía’s cloud evaporated, and she knelt down and thoroughly kissed his face.

She stood and Dolores leaned in and said something that made Tía’s cloud return, and she caught Antonio’s collar as he tried to sidle away with an anxious look. Isa had no idea what was happening but just then her father came in off the patio carrying Tuli who had her head buried into his shoulder. Given that Tuli was not a fan of men in general, everyone’s attention went back to Antonio. He took a quick step behind his mother as her cloud became a small thunderhead. Tío Félix came in and took one look at his wife’s cloud, raised an eyebrow as he noted his wife’s grip on their son’s collar. With almost a sigh, he motioned to Antonio. Tía Pepa released him, and together the trio left for the courtyard.

Camilo came into the kitchen from the opposite side with a box of books that he set near the door. He was wearing his new clothes since he would be testing at the school to see if he got the apprenticeship. He looked up and noticed everyone standing around, not doing anything, and asked, “So what’s going on?”

Isa started and realized the beans and rice were burning. Mira resumed her egg peeling with vigor, and Luisa moved over to help her. Dolores did not answer her brother's question either. She instead picked up the stack of plates and headed for the patio without saying anything. Her father watched all this as he set Tuli down and said softly, “It’ll be alright, Tuli.” He then motioned to Camilo, who gave them all a look then followed their father out onto the patio.

Tuli remained where their father put her, hands scrunched up in the folds of her skirt. Mirabel dried her hands, then went over and coaxed Tuli onto the nearest chair and asked, “You okay, Tuli?” Tuli responded with the barest of nods. What did he do? Isa wondered. Her thoughts were again interrupted when the front doorbell rang. She handed off her spoon to Luisa and went to see who it was, ringing the bell at this hour of the day. She had no fond memories of the people who would turn up at all hours. Just because they wanted something that only one of the Madrigal Gifts would provide. This thought left her mildly irritated, so as the door swung open, she was ready to dress down whoever was there. Isa froze, seeing Bubo there with his Tío and felt the roses sprout in her hair. Bubo's initial look of surprise changed, as he smiled and said, “Buenos Días, Isabela.”

She immediately blushed and though the greeting was echoed by his Tío José, Isa was a bit stunned by the fact that they were standing there and jumped a little when her Tío Bruno put a hand on her shoulder and said, “Buenos Días, Señors. Please come in.”

Completely mortified, Isabela’s blush deepened, and her embarrassment was worsened when Bubo’s Tío nudged him and tilted his head in question. Isa let out some nervous laughter as she silently thanked the heavens her Tío had appeared and said, “Yes, Señors. Please come in.”

They did, and Isa noticed then that her Tío Bruno was not wearing his ruana, nor did he appear to have any rats with him. His hair was neatly combed, and he was smiling. What the hell was going on? It was odd enough that it made her a little more nervous. Before the breaking, something like this would never have broken her composure. A few unusually random thoughts popped into her head as the pair moved past her into the courtyard. She didn’t get much of a chance to contemplate those thoughts either, as her mother appeared. She had a small smile on her face and Isabela absently smoothed her clothes and thought, ‘Oh good God, I’m still wearing this stupid apron’ her mother glanced down at her feet, and Isa had a second realization... she was wearing her pink fuzzy slippers. She closed her eyes as her mother’s smile broadened. She patted her daughter's cheek, then she and her Tío guided their breakfast guests to the patio.

Isa’s shoulders drooped as she watched them go and thought, ‘Well, so much for appearances.’ There was no way her Mamá didn’t know Bubo and his Tío were coming for breakfast. She could have at least told her. She sighed. That was probably the furthest thing from her mother's mind with Abuela not feeling well. Isabela decided to head to her room to change, but stopped when she saw her Abuela coming out into the courtyard. Isa noticed that she looked a little tired, and her steps seemed just a little slower than usual... If what Mira said was true, then Abuela might need some help, so Isa went over and asked as she held out her hand, “Good Morning, Abuela. Mind a little company on that long walk to the patio?”

“Thank you, Isabela,” was all she said as she took Isa’s hand. Isabela noted her Abuela’s hand was cold. What was her mother thinking, letting Abuela wander around by herself when it was obvious she wasn’t feeling well? Isa paused in her thoughts. Less than a week ago, she would have simply gone another way to her room to avoid Abuela altogether. She actually felt a little guilty about that, but at the same time, still felt some of that anger, though it was very muted now. Being the first grandchild, she’d always had a bit more responsibility. A bit more of Abuela’s time and attention. She didn’t miss the attention to detail, but more the companionship. None of which she actually hated. Well, until the end, but Isa had to admit, even then, she'd enjoyed herself to a small extent. She didn’t want to get Mirabel into any trouble with Abuela, though she toyed with telling her Abuela about her and Mira’s run in with Señor Rodriguez. In the end, she decided she’d let her mother handle that. Chances were good that if Tío Bruno knew, then her mother and Tía Pepa did as well. No one asked her about it, but someone would have told her Abuela about it by now.

After the breaking, Isa found that certain people she’d thought of as friends treated her differently once she was bereft of her Gift. Worst of all were the ones that blamed Mirabel and would say the most hurtful things. It was, at that point, she realized that she’d once thought similar things about her sister. Eventually, most of those folks fell away whenever Isa would defend her sister and she decided, they were not the people she thought they were.

This was when Isabela found herself shifting blame to her Abuela. She’d also begun to avoid her, much to her mother’s dismay. More than once, her Mamá dropped a few 'suggestions' that Isa chose to ignore. Even her Abuela Valentina, who had no lost affection for Alma Madrigal noted, that even with everything that had happened, it was clear Isabela missed her Abuela Alma and should go visit. Instead, Isa let her anger fester. She also didn’t want to burden anyone with her dark thoughts while they worked to rebuild Casita. That and she felt like she’d already caused a lot of unnecessary pain for a certain other person in her family. It was why she’d started cutting herself. She wanted to mar that perfection her Abuela valued so much. Just little cuts to start. Never where it could be seen, never more than a few millimeters, and always perfectly straight lines. As she thought about that, she felt the vine sleeve begin its march down her arm.

That was something she never expected when the magic revived. The first time it happened, it startled her, but it had afforded her some relief by taking her mind off that anger she still stubbornly clung to. Even now, she was unsure if Abuela actually did approve of the new ways she’d been using her Gift, and there was no way she would have missed Isa’s interest in Bubo Márquez. She knew that Bubo had already met her Abuela, and she did genuinely seem to like him, so why was she so nervous about that then?

Her thoughts were interrupted when her Abuela asked as she pointed, “Isa, where did you get those shoes? Are they something new?”

Isa’s heart sank as her vine sleeve sprouted a thorn and gave her a poke. Stupid slippers, she thought, and she said a little nervously, “Yeah, ummm, they’re not actually shoes… I got them from my friend Juanita. She’s one of the newcomers from a year ago. She gave them to me after I helped her and her husband revive some of the cassava cuttings she brought with her...” Isabela realized she was talking too quickly so took a breath and said in a more normal tone, “I was just going to get something more appropriate… ”

“Can I get a pair?” Abuela asked.

“Wait, what?” Isabela replied.

“Do you think I could get a pair? Those look very comfortable.”

“Ummm, yeah, they are, but not very practical. Great for in the house though,” Isa said and smiled a little as she wiggled her toes. She needed to stop overthinking things. “You know, I may be able to get a hold of another pair. They may not be pink like these, but maybe I can trade for them. Would you like me to see if I can find some?”

Her Abuela smiled as she nodded. They reached the kitchen and Isa paused long enough to take off that apron before she followed her Abuela to the patio. Isa stopped in the doorway as everyone said good morning. Tía Pepa had already made a plate for Abuela, so Isa guided her to her seat. She got herself a plate and turned to find Luisa smiling as she looked knowingly at the empty seat next to her. Bubo was on the other side and Tuli was between him and their Tío. Luisa elbowed her as she sat down, then winked. Bubo hadn’t noticed she was sitting there yet; he was speaking quietly to Tuli who did not appear to be listening. Instead, she was staring somewhat blankly across the table at Antonio, holding her fork but not eating. Her primo usually sat with Mirabel and would talk non-stop, but not today. Today, he was sitting, looking angry between his parents, eating but not talking to anyone. Come to think of it, she didn't see any of Antonio's usual entourage. Except Parce, he was lying in the sun, near the gate. Now she was really curious. Was it Antonio, or did Tuli say or do something? What were those two arguing about that it required her father to go out and break it up? Isa was mulling this over, pushing her food around with her fork, when Bubo asked, “Isabela, do you have any plans for today?”

“I have some requests I'll be working on this morning.”

“Requests? Oh, right. Are they for some occasion?”

“At least one is. That’s for an upcoming wedding, the next is actually for a friend, then after lunch, I get to examine some sickly turnips and the last... I'm not exactly sure. Señor Sanchez is requesting a plant I'm not familiar with, but he says he has a book with a picture and a description so-”

“Wait, Isabela, you said that before. Do you remember all the plants you create?”

“Yes,” she replied and smiled because he’d said her name with that peculiar accent.

“Have you always been able to do that?”

Isabela's smile broadened as she nodded.

“How?”

“I’m not sure, really… It’s more the feeling I get when making them. It’s unique to each, but related plants do feel similar, like they’re family. That sounds weird, doesn’t it.”

“Not at all. Insects are much the same, they tend to look similar if they are from the same order. I believe plant groups are referred to as a genus.”

His acceptance of the small things she could do was still so surprising to her. It really wasn't that big a thing. The first time she did it, she spent days recreating flowers and plants from a book of herbs her mother had. Once she learned the names, she could make them anytime she wanted to. She only started doing it on the down low since she was thirteen. That was when she'd begun her training to be Señorita Perfecta. Her vine sleeve, that was thankfully hidden under her shirt, poked her a little deeper than usual and Isa had to take a moment to make it retract. This caused her to close her eyes as she clenched her teeth. She was no longer smiling and Bubo, eyebrows raised, was probably thinking he’d said something wrong. He cleared his throat and picked up his coffee then after a drink, he turned his attention to Tuli. He spoke to her softly. Isa noticed their Tío José was watching her and felt herself blush as she too, picked up her cup, hiding her face. His expression was unreadable, but she still felt like he was summing her up.

As far as she knew, Bubo probably didn't know much about any of the things that happened before the breaking, but was already aware it was a subject she avoided. Isa knew she would have to tell him about it. That all by itself seemed like an almost insurmountable task. While she didn’t want him to think less of her Abuela or her family, she also didn’t want those thorns stabbing her every time her thoughts wandered in that direction. She wondered then what he'd heard from the villagers, Mariano especially. Sometimes it felt like the ghost of Señorita Perfecta was something she’d probably never get rid of, but damned if she wasn’t going to try.

Tuli, she noticed, was now eating some of her breakfast. Bubo was again drinking his coffee, and Isa decided she needed to make him understand he was not the cause of her frown. She did not want him leaving thinking she was angry with him, so to change that, she touched his arm and asked, “So, Bubo, what will you be doing today?”

He set his cup down and said, “Since Tuli will be remaining here, my Tío and I will be registering her for school, and your father wants us to look at a small house that Tuli and I may be able to use.”

“Oh, I wonder which house it is.”

“I’m not sure, but he said it is near the school.”

Isa pondered that, but just then a dog could be heard barking near the gate. More people? Then she remembered Doris and her brood. Those girls of hers were going to be attending school while they were in the Encanto. Tuli heard the dog and leaned forward a little to look past her Tío toward the gate. Isa remembered Doris’s reaction to her Tía telling Doris that Tuli was actually a girl and Dolores mentioned She’d called her mother a witch, just because she healed her. Tuli was back to staring at Antonio and Isa asked, “Tuli, I bet you're excited about your first day at school, yes?”

Tuli nodded, but had a hold of her locket again. Her Tío leaned in and said something that made Tuli nod then as she let her hand drop to her lap. Since breakfast was over for the most part, the family began getting up from the table. Today was Luisa's dish day, so Isa got up and said, “Well, good luck, Bubo. Maybe we can have lunch in town later and Tuli,” Isa paused until Tuli looked up at her. “I'll see you after school?” Tuli smiled a little, nodded, then got up from her seat and promptly disappeared. Bubo watched her go, then asked, “Did something happen? She seemed so withdrawn.”

“I’m not sure exactly what took place, but she did have some sort of disagreement with Antonio this morning.”

Bubo nodded and looked over at her primo who still sat frowning between his parents, “Okay, well, thanks for telling me. Where should I find you for lunch?”

Isa grinned and said, “Near the oak in the plaza?”

He nodded then said, “I’ll see you then, Isabela,” and moved away with his Tío over near Isa’s mother, who was talking to Doris and Inez.

Isa crinkled her nose when the dog came around the corner, spotted Parce and started furiously barking. Antonio, who had been released by his parents, went over to the dog and said quietly, “Bruno,” the dog went silent and sat back on his haunches waiting, “You’re safe here. Parce’s not going to eat you or your people. He says you’re all far too stringy.” The dog let out what sounded like a whine of relief, then laid down at Doris’s feet. Doris looked at the dog, then smiled at Antonio and thanked him. Antonio smiled and nodded as he called to Parce. The jaguar came over, Toni climbed up, and the pair left the patio, Isa assumed, so he could get his school bag.

She went inside and up to her room to get ready for her appointment with Señora Martinez. Her youngest daughter's wedding was to happen in a few weeks, so she was itching to get the flower arrangements decided. Isa was happy to visit with Juanita. Her baby would be coming any day, and Isa really liked the farmer’s wife. She was easy to talk to and knew so much about farming and the outside world. After lunch, she would be meeting up with Luisa to see Señor Ortiz. One so Luisa could visit with the donkeys, and two to check on the turnips Señor Ortiz was growing to feed them. He was worried it was a bug infestation. Hopefully, none of that would take too long. She was actually more interested in getting to Señor Sanchez’s home. He’d never asked her to create anything in the past, and the plant he’d asked for sounded intriguing. The name itself was exotic enough to get her interested. Bonsai. She had no idea what sort of plant that could be. After she changed into something more appropriate for her first meeting, she headed out the door toward town.

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Mirabel watched Tuli pick at her breakfast. Tío Bruno, who was sitting beside Mira, was becoming increasingly fidgety but was trying to act ‘normal’. Well, as normal as he could be. Tuli had said nothing about what happened on the patio prior. Mira also did not get a chance to speak to Bubo. Tuli did appear happy to see her cousin and didn’t shy away from her Tío when they came. She even got up and went over to greet them. Once breakfast was underway though, Tuli caught sight of Antonio, then she barely touched her food. Tuli’s Tío noticed where she was looking and seemed concerned that she was not actually eating. He motioned over her head to Bubo. After a moment, Bubo said something to Tuli very softly. Tuli glanced up at him, then in her Tío's direction. When she started to eat again, she didn’t look like she was enjoying it. Whatever had happened between her and Antonio, had left her very sad.

While it was unlike her primo to be unkind on purpose, his blunt honesty could be painful if you weren’t used to such things. She decided not to ask Dolores, since it was clear Tía Pepa and Tío Félix had already talked to Antonio about it. She was not the boss of anyone, and it was probably why her Mamá asked her not to listen in on private conversations. Mira still felt a little guilty about that, and it was what prompted her to ask Casita to promise not to tell her all the random things her family did. If she really needed to know, she could always ask the actual people involved. When she thought about it, they might not tell her anything. She was determined to try because she was sure she could help if she knew what the problem was… maybe.

She noticed, when Isa was talking to Bubo, she quite suddenly gritted her teeth and closed her eyes for a long moment. Mirabel wondered why she was doing that but remembered that Isa had taken to longer sleeve shirts after the breaking. Probably to hide the thin line of cuts on her upper arm. Now, with those vine sleeves sprouting when Isa was upset, it made Mirabel wondered if that was what caused her sister to grit her teeth just now. Bubo noticed Isa’s change of expression as well and was now sipping his coffee. To her credit, Isa restarted her conversation with Bubo. Just like her, her sister was still dealing with the remnants of their past.

Mirabel refocused on her breakfast and was lost in thought. She started slightly when her Abuela touched her hand. She hadn’t noticed her sitting down and realized Tío Bruno had left. Her Abuela leaned in and said softly, “Mira, thank you for telling me about your encounter with Señor Rodriguez. It is important everyone knows to be wary of that one.”

Mirabel nodded, but was again, feeling really embarrassed and said, “I’m so sorry Abuela, I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“I will say the same. I believe your mother explained?” Abuela asked. Mirabel nodded and Abuela continued, “Good. I actually planned to make a sort of general announcement this morning, but I had forgotten we were having guests. So that can wait until supper. I am not needed in town today, so I think I will rest until noon.”

“Oh? Is there something happening at noon?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

It was a mild rebuff, and very reminiscent of past treatment, but Mirabel accepted it because she really did have a lot going on today. When she was younger, her Abuela would dismiss her, turn away and expect her to leave. These days, her Abuela kept her hand over Mira’s and gave it a little squeeze. Mirabel relaxed a little, though she realized that even though her Abuela had changed so much, she still needed to remind herself that things were different now and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you this morning, Abuela?”

“No, you already have your hands full helping with Tuli and aren’t you working on some costumes for Camilo?”

“Yeah, I really do need to check in with the twins. I’m also stopping by Abuelo Joseph’s shop to work on some things while Tuli is in school.”

Her Abuela smiled and said as she gave her hand another squeeze, “You see, you already have much to accomplish this morning. Don’t forget to take a break, Mira. I know how focused you can be.”

Mirabel nodded again and couldn’t help but smile. So different… “I won’t, Abuela.” Mirabel said as she got up and collected both her and her Tío’s dishes. She went into the kitchen and set the plates on the counter for Luisa, then walked out into the courtyard. She noticed Tuli was standing near the front door that was slightly ajar. Her expression was tense as she watched the folks gathered on the other side. Mirabel went over and put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You look worried.”

Tuli only nodded. Mirabel could see she was watching Doris and Inez, who were off to one side with their two older girls. Both were dressed in some of the clothing they’d received when they arrived that was not too dissimilar to what Tuli was wearing. Luisa had braided Tuli’s hair into two pigtails, tied off with yellow ribbons. Antonio had selected a light yellow shirt that he paired with a pale green skirt decorated with similarly colored yellow ribbon. Tuli was still watching the others when Doris looked around. Tuli ducked back so as not to be seen and since Doris did not seem to find what she was looking for; she returned her attention to Tuli’s Tío who was speaking to her.

Tuli looked up at Mirabel and said, “Do you think Tía Doris is mad at me? I feel like she’s mad at me.”

“For what?”

“Being a girl.”

“That seems an odd thing to be mad about, and she did take you in when you were on the mountain.”

“I know, but I was Fernando then... ”, Tuli faltered, then grabbed her locket.

Mirabel knelt in front of Tuli as she turned her to face her. She took her hands and said, “That’s true, but your circumstances were different. Plus, you haven’t talked to her since you left them, and you don’t know how she feels about it,” Mirabel said with a shrug, “It was probably a surprise to her as well. Sometimes folks just need a little time to think about stuff, and besides, you shouldn’t let that stop you from being who you are.”

Tuli’s worried expression faded, and a more determined one took its place as she nodded. Mirabel got up and Tuli said in a rush, “Do you know where Toni is? I need to talk to him. I thought I would see him before he left… I need to apologize... I said something awful this morning and... ”

“Hey, hey, Tuli, he’s probably already on his way to school, so you’ll have to do that later.”

“Okay, but if you see him before, could you please tell him for me?”

“Apologies are best done in person by the person, Tuli,” Mirabel said as she tapped the door, which Casita opened. “School starts in less than an hour, and I’m sure Bubo and your Tío are starting to wonder where you are. You don’t want to be late on your first day, and we have to get you registered this morning.”

“Yes,” Tuli said as she smoothed her skirt, “I’m staying, so I need to do this right.”

Mirabel stood up and held out her hand. Tuli took it, and together they went through the front door. They were met on the other side by Bubo, his Tío, her Mamá and Papá. Only Inez was there with Lucia and Sofia. Doris was gone, and so were the boys and the dog. The group started toward town and after a short while Tuli had taken a hold of Mirabel’s arm but released it when Bubo gently touched her shoulder and offered her his hand. She took it, and Mirabel could see she was trying to walk without looking like she wanted to grab hold of his arm.

Her mother was speaking with Inez, while her father was answering questions about the Encanto as he walked with Tuli’s Tío. Well ahead of them were Camilo and Toni. Antonio was speaking animatedly to his friends. Camilo was carrying the box of books he’d been studying, probably listening to his brother's conversation. Her group wasn’t close enough to hear what was being said and weirdly, Parce was not with them, so Mira wondered where the jaguar was.

Camilo happened to look back and saw her. He did not pause but raised one finger on his left hand then tapped the box. Mirabel automatically responded to this by pushing her hair behind her left ear. Camilo smiled a little and returned his attention to his brother. Camilo wanted to tell her something important, but didn’t want anyone else to know about it, meaning his sister Dolores. This was just one of the weird little hand signs they’d come up with over the years when they were planning some shenanigan.

Mirabel looked over and saw Tuli talking to Bubo. She had visibly relaxed and though she still had a death grip on his hand, she was not as tense as when they’d left Casita. They really were more like brother and sister than cousins. Tuli even asked him if he was going to go on another date with Isabela. To which Bubo did not respond. Tuli’s Tío was paying attention, but trying not to be obvious that he was. Mirabel watched him a little longer. Tuli's description of him made her think he was an oft angry sort, but he'd been nothing but polite since she met him. The way he was watching Tuli made her think he was trying to get to know this 'new' Tuli.

Her thoughts were interrupted when one of the girls with Inez came over and Tuli’s expression turned to one of concern as the other said, “Hola Tuli!”

“Hola, Lucia,” Tuli responded. The other girl with Inez drifted over and said hello as well. Tuli’s look of concern increased as she replied, “Hola, Sofia.”

“Is it alright if we walk with you?” Lucia asked. Tuli blinked but nodded, and Lucia smiled and said, “I really like the color of that skirt better than the one you were wearing yesterday.”

Tuli blushed and smiled a little and said, “Thanks.”

Lucia’s reddish blonde wiry hair was tied in a multitude of long thin braids with colorful wooden beads at the ends. The lot of them were pulled into a ponytail with some orange ribbon that matched her skirt. Sofia's skirt was a bright red and her black hair was separated into two braids, tied off with red ribbon. Lucia looked a little nervous as they got closer to the center of the town and asked Tuli, “There are so many people here. I know you’ve only been here a couple of days, but do you know any of them?”

Tuli’s expression relaxed a little more, and she said, “Some of Toni’s friends but mostly just the Madrigals.”

“Are they Madrigals?” Sofia asked, pointing at Bubo and her Tío. Her Tío was now talking to Mira’s parents as the group came to a short halt when they reached the plaza. In the distance, a bell rang.

First bell, half an hour to go.

“This is, Bubo,” Tuli said as she pointed up. He nodded to them as Tuli started to add, “the other is-”

“Is he part of your family?” Sofia interrupted as she grabbed Tuli’s arm. Tuli only got the chance to nod as Sofia said, “You’re so lucky, Tuli. I wish I could see my family, but they are so far away. We at least have Tía Inni and Doris. They said it’s gonna take a whole nother couple of months to get to Cartagena from here. It just seems so far away, and I’m so tired of walking. Someday though,” Sofia said wistfully. They walked along in silence for a bit until Lucia elbowed Sofia. Both girls moved a little closer, and Sofia leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Tía said why you were a boy before.”

Tuli stopped abruptly and Bubo, having heard that, paused but after looking at Tuli seemed to decide to give her a little space, so he released her hand and continued on. Mirabel only stopped because Tuli touched her arm as she passed her. “You okay?” Mirabel asked.

Tuli nodded, but she looked frightened and had hold of her locket. Tuli’s expression made Mirabel think she was going to bolt. Tuli glanced up at Mirabel, took a deep breath, then hesitantly released the locket and only started walking again because Lucia and Sofia pulled her along. They ignored Mirabel as they walked on either side of Tuli and with their heads close to hers, Sofia said, “Last night, before bed, Tía Doris said it was always obvious that you were a girl.”

Lucia nodded and Tuli asked, “What? Tía Doris told you that?”

The girls didn’t let her stop when she hesitated again. Lucia leaned in and said with a look back at Inez, “Actually, we were kind of in another room, but that doesn’t matter. What she said is true.”

And Sofia added, “We just want you to know. We talked about it last night, we’re not going to tell anyone you used to be a boy.”

Again, Tuli stopped, and Lucia said quite matter-of-factly as she pulled her along, “Why are you stopping, we’ll be late, besides you were terrible at it anyway.”

“The brothers agree,” Sofia added.

The brothers… Mira decided that must be the boys who were traveling with them. She also realized she didn’t know any of their names. She wondered if they were triplets. They were all about the same size and looked very similar. Mirabel looked over at Inez, who was walking a short way behind with her Mamá. She likely could clearly hear everything that was being said. She smiled and looked away when Sofia looked back at her. Mirabel was starting to think that overheard conversation was a planned thing. She’d only spoken with Doris very briefly, and at the time Mirabel had assumed she was not at all happy that Tuli was a girl. Mirabel was glad she was wrong in her assumptions, but that only emphasized to her to not judge other’s intentions. Mira thought then of that vision tablet of an angry Doris and the kids she had behind her. Was Tuli one of them? Mirabel determined she was going to need to look at it again, knowing what she knew now.

“But...” Tuli started to say.

“But nothing, Tuli. You’re the only reason we made it here, and we finally get to go back to school and,” Lucia said lowering her voice as she poked Tuli for emphasis, “you got away from that horrible smuggler all by yourself. I could never be that brave.”

“I didn’t do anything. The Madrigals did all that.”

Sofia and Lucia both rolled their eyes, “Not without you. If you hadn’t told Tía about that guardian tree, we never would have been able to find this place,” Sofia said with a grin.

Lucia nodded and said, “Yeah, we’d still be wandering around on the mountain, starving to death.”

Tuli had her hands knotted up in front of her, and Mira realized that’s what she looked like whenever she did that. Anxious and unsure of herself. No wonder, Isa and Luisa were constantly poking her.

“Thanks,” Tuli said, “But I still don’t think I did all that much. I just got really lucky.”

Sofia took one of her hands as Lucia waved her hands in front of herself to end that topic. “Even if you don’t see it, it’s true and enough about that,” she said then turned to Mirabel and asked, “You think since we’re all the same age, we’ll be in the same class together?”

Mirabel was not expecting to be included and said carefully, “Probably, it all depends on what the principal does. Though they’ve tried to keep the kids who arrive together and are the same age in the same class.”

Lucia nodded, and she skipped a little in front of them. Sofia pulled Tuli along, and it was clear Tuli was still trying to process everything the girls had said. Mirabel hoped these two would be staying for a while. Tuli needed friends her own age that she could trust. In the distance, another bell rang. Second bell, school would be starting in fifteen minutes. The adults that were keeping watch over the kids, who had been playing in the school yard, called out to them. Children scrambled to get their book bags and headed for the open front door.

Everyone, including Tuli started walking just a little quicker. Once inside, she noticed Camilo come out of Señor Gonzalez’s office. He was holding a small notebook as he headed down the opposite hall. Since he was walking into the school and not out, Mirabel hoped his testing went well.

Each of the girls was handed a small lunch basket, as they sat on a bench outside the principal's office while the others went in to complete some forms. The door was not closed, and Mirabel noted that Bubo was the one that completed the form for Tuli. His Tío would point at something, Bubo would listen then fill in whatever. Once done, his Tío simply looked it over, signed it and had Bubo do the same. Inez, they discovered, could neither read nor write, but did not hesitate to ask her mother for help with the form. As they went over it, Inez watched her mother a little nervously, but thanked her for this opportunity for her girls to go to school, free of charge. Did kids really have to pay to go to school on the outside?

Her mother also told Inez about the small class Esteffi Martinez ran for anyone who was beyond school age. She taught what she called readin, ritein and rithmatic and met in the evenings three times a week and there was also no charge for that. Tía Pepa often joined her mother-in-law in this and did not alter that schedule after the magic came back. She instead only worked with the weather during the morning hours. With the new irrigation system that had been put in place after the breaking, she only made sure the natural reservoir has sufficient water. Still, Mirabel wondered how many of the other newcomers had similar challenges.

Everyone who was in the Encanto before the breaking could at least read, write and do basic sums. Her Abuela had made it a priority that a school be established once the original refugees got past the surviving day to day thing. That was one of the things she genuinely admired about her Abuela. It was something Mirabel wanted to emulate. Her Abuela's ability to motivate others. Mirabel wanted to add to that her wish to bring about change when it was needed.

With everything turned in, Señor Gonzalez stepped into the hallway and gestured for the girls to follow him. After they disappeared around a corner, the rest of the group went back outside. Inez thanked her Mamá for her help and said she was looking forward to attending the evening class, then said goodbye to the group and headed back toward the house she and Doris shared. Her father, Bubo and his Tío also left.

Mirabel was trying to decide if she should go to the twin's house first, or Abuelo Joseph’s shop, when her mother touched her shoulder and said, “I’m glad that went well, Corazón. Thank you for helping with Tuli. I’ll see you after lunch, Mira. Will you be at the shop?”

“Yeah, but first I’m going to head over and talk to Bea and Bri. I need to thank them and see if there is anything they need me to do for those costumes for Camilo’s play.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later, mija.”

“Adios, Mamá,” Mira replied, and realized her mother had been talking to her like she was an adult all morning. While that felt a little weird, it was nice, but also made her a little anxious. She’d been expecting a right and proper scolding from her mother for leaving the house last night. That never happened. Mira also realized that she should have spoken with her mother before talking to her Abuela as she went over that conversation in her head. While she hadn’t known about her Abuela’s heart problems, she realized her motivation for doing it was selfish. Either way, she was feeling just a little more confident about her day, so when she turned and saw Mariano waiting nearby. Her Abuela and Tío’s admonition to not go out by herself settled in her head. Her mother had likely noticed him, and that was probably why she was okay leaving her here ‘alone’. Mirabel looked around, but no one seemed to be paying her any mind as Mariano came over and said, “Buenos Días, Mirabel. Dolores requested I be your personal escort for the morning.”

“Escort?”

Mariano leaned down and said in a low voice behind his hand, “She thought that would sound better than babysitter.”

Mirabel couldn’t help but giggle and said, “A little.”

“So, where are we headed, Señorita Madrigal,” Mariano asked as he straightened and held out his arm.

“To check on some costumes,” Mirabel replied, taking it, “and thanks for taking the time out of your day. I know this is a hassle.”

“Not at all, Mirabel. So it is to the Ramirez home then,” he said as they turned back toward the center of town.

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Doors (Chapter 47) Meanwhile

Hello.

So as the title of this chapter says... meanwhile...

Just needed to catch up with a few folks I've lost track of... Anyway, Alma is tired. Bruno is just being Bruno. Mira just can't seem to shut out her intrusive thoughts. Bubo's Tío is not at all sure he's making the right decision and Isabela is a bit miffed, being the oldest is such a pain sometimes.

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Meanwhile...

Alma was now sitting by herself as Rodrigo was speaking with José a few meters away. Julieta’s handling of the newcomers had been just about flawless. When she told her about Doris’s reaction to being unknowingly magically healed, Alma agreed with her daughter’s assessment that the Doctor should be there. Spending the entire day in the plaza handing out pieces of herself was something Alma never appreciated how wearing it was for her daughter. Though she doubted Julieta would ever deny anyone healing, it was a good thing that she was learning to better assess whether people truly needed her magical help.

Casita clattered some floor tiles near Julieta, and Alma looked toward her daughter. The house just said that Tuli had fainted and could she please come to Luisa’s room. Her daughter looked up toward the balcony as she put the photos she was holding back on the table, and she and Agustín headed toward the stairs. Tuli, Alma noted, had been very withdrawn during dinner. Hardly eating and barely taking her eyes off her Tío. Pepa was gone and Bruno had finished looking at the pictures and was now back in the chair he vacated earlier.

Bruno pulled his chair closer as he watched his sister leave and asked her quietly, “Something happen?”

Alma leaned closer and said, “Tuli has fainted, and Juli is going to check on her.”

Bruno nodded and said, “Then she’s in good hands. Ummm, Mamá there’s a photo over there… ”

Alma thought she knew which one he was talking about and asked gently, “The one of the little boy?”

Bruno nodded and Alma said, “It is a picture of my hermanito. He unfortunately passed during an outbreak of cholera when he was almost two. He was the only boy, and my mother wanted at least one picture of him.”

Bruno sat back for a moment then nodded. Alma realized she’d never shared with her children why they were named the way they were. Because they had been forced to flee the night they were born, Alma had relied on the conversations she and Pedro had had before they were born to decide what she would call them. She noticed Bruno was pulling at the sleeve of his ruana. He obviously hadn’t quite gotten over his overuse of his Gift earlier in the day. He looked over at Rodrigo and José and asked, “So, did they say how long they will be in town?”

“Rodrigo said he plans to stay for several weeks. He wants to interview people about what he called the thousand-day war. I am not sure about José, though. Probably a few weeks at best.”

“You think he’ll let Tuli stay here. I don’t think she’d do well any place else.”

“I agree, however, he is her guardian, so we have to respect his decision.”

“I know, I’m just worried she’ll try something desperate.”

Alma nodded and looked past him when Agustín returned. He went over and spoke briefly with José. Rodrigo said something and took the photos José was holding, and left with Agustín in the direction of the stairs. Camilo’s door opened and he and Mirabel came out of his room. Alma got up as Pepa returned and Rodrigo came over as well. He handed the photos to Pepa, thanked them for dinner, then asked them to let José know he would wait for news about Tuli back at the camp. Rodrigo’s non-reaction to this made Alma think this was something that had happened more than once in the past. She noticed Luisa came out of her room at a normal speed, so was probably headed for the kitchen to fetch something for Julieta. Alma headed for the stairs and Pepa caught up after putting away the other photos and grabbing the box. Bruno had already gone somewhere else, that made Alma think that he was trying to ward off a vision, or maybe he just went to the kitchen.

Reaching the top, Alma felt exhausted and gripped the wall for support.

Pepa was now right next to her and asked, “You alright, Mamá? You look a little pale.”

Alma nodded, paused and then shook her head. “I am feeling a bit tired, Pepita.”

Since her illness, Alma was learning she needed to take the Doctor’s warnings about her health very seriously. She took the arm that her daughter offered, and after a moment, they headed toward Luisa’s room. Mirabel and Camilo were lingering there, so Pepa shooed them further down the hall as Luisa returned with a basin and some towels. She came out and joined them as the front door opened. Isa and Bubo came in and headed directly toward the back stairs. Luisa met them and had Bubo go into her room, then once Isabela joined them, they all went to Mirabel’s room to wait for Julieta. Some tiles shifted nearby, and Mirabel said, “The Doctor’s here.”

Dolores appeared in Mira’s room shortly after that, and went to the window where Isabela was standing. Alma hoped her nieta’s date went well, since she’d been so looking forward to it. Bubo Márquez was probably the furthest sort of person Alma would have thought Isa would be interested in, but Alma had to admit, she liked the young man. Isa leaned into Dolores and asked her prima a question, and Dolores replied something very softly. When Isa asked her another question, Dolores nodded, and Isa frowned before giving her prima’s arm a squeeze, then turned and plopped onto the sofa nearby. Dolores remained at the window and sat on the bench watching something outside. Probably Mariano. Alma had concluded that Dolores knew that neither Mariano nor Isabela had wanted the relationship she’d pushed them into, but was unable to say anything. The signs had been there, but Alma had been blind to the obvious for too long.

Luisa picked up a book off a shelf and draped herself over the arms of the overstuffed chair and started reading. Pepa left with Camilo to get the tray in his room and make a snack for Tuli. Pepa mentioned that she’d noticed Tuli had hardly touched her food and thought that could be a part of what had caused Tuli to faint. Mirabel was lingering near the door and Alma indicated she should come with her toward her room, and Mira reluctantly followed.

“This will only take a moment,” Alma said, “I just wanted to let you know that you are doing a wonderful job of looking after Tuli. I can see it was the right decision to put her in your care.” Mirabel’s worried expression faded, and she smiled. Alma gave Mirabel a hug as she added, “I’m going to bed now. I’m sure Tuli is alright, your Tía mentioned she thought Tuli was not eating enough, so she went to make her a snack. Did studying with Camilo go well?”

“Oh yeah, we got through all of it. So, he should do well for his testing tomorrow.”

“That is good news. Good night, Mirabel.”

“Good night, Abuela. So, you want the door shut?”

Alma nodded, so Mirabel left and closed the door behind her. Alma sat on her bed. She’d already decided whatever it was that was bothering her nieta was tied to the breaking, so when Valentina commented on that as she was measuring her for the new clothes, Alma paid attention. She told Alma about how Mira was blindly stacking cookies in her kitchen and was so focused on that task that she was oblivious to everything around her. Valentina was of the mind that after living with their nieta for almost a year, she did not think Mira had come to terms with Casita dying the way that it did. It wasn’t guilt that it had happened, though that was a small part of it, but more the guilt that she’d so ‘easily’ set aside that sorrow to help her family. Fear that it could happen again if she wasn’t hyper-vigilant. This was what was making Mirabel anxious and Casita somewhat unpredictable. Julieta had mentioned that Mira’s sleepwalking was always tied to her anxiety, and Alma could see that anxiety was very tied to herself. Her relationship with Julieta’s youngest child, since the breaking, she thought had been improving. But appearances could be deceiving, and Mirabel seemed reluctant to tell anyone what was bothering her.

Alma realized that Mira was dealing with her loss in a way not unlike what she had done. She’d pushed Pedro’s loss so far down that there was barely enough of her old self left to raise her three babies. She understood how hard it could be to control those parts of yourself. She’d only just gotten settled into her own routines when her children were given their Gifts. This, once again, threw her world into chaos. Alma realized she should have been more willing to ask for help dealing with that new reality, but instead she doubled down. Wanting, no needing, to control everything to keep her babies from harm. Valentina also told Alma in no uncertain terms that she needed to give Mira time and maybe help her find a way to grieve for the loss of her best friend. She was concerned for Mirabel and admonished Alma to not overwhelm the girl with petty day-to-day things.

Alma changed into her bed clothes and Casita turned down the lights as she sat with a blanket in the rocking chair near the window. She was still tired but knew she would not be able to sleep yet, so she looked out over the town as she rubbed the locket she was holding. She did not open it, doing so would only lead to that remembered sadness. Alma paused and thought, perhaps this was what people had been trying to tell her… she looked down at her hands and popped open the latch. Valentina was a very perceptive woman and also added that Alma, too, needed to deal with her own loss if she was going to be able to help Mirabel with hers. She stared at Pedro’s beautiful face and said, “Tomorrow, I will take our children through that yellow door and share the joy you gave me on that day.” In her mind, she saw her husband smile, and this made Alma smile too.

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Mirabel closed her Abuela’s door and quickly went back to her own to see if anything was happening outside of Luisa’s room. She did not want to impose on Dolores just because she was curious. She was still getting used to being ‘in charge’ of anything and knew her prima would tell her if she’d heard something she really needed to know. Isa looked worried as she stared out the window. When they were washing dishes, her sister had said that she and Tuli had a good talk while they were working in the fields. Tuli, it seemed, wanted to learn French because she planned to go to France one day to learn ballet. Isa had offered to teach her what she knew since she learned some French from Abuela when she was younger. Mirabel had learned what Isa knew by lurking in the background during her lessons. Sometimes being invisible had its little perks.

Casita shuffled a tile nearby and Mirabel stepped further back into her room and then heard Luisa’s door open. The Doctor, her mother and Tuli’s Tío came into the hall. The door closed, so Bubo must still be in there. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but what no one knew, except possibly Dolores, was that when Mirabel put a hand on any flat surface, Casita could and would talk to her. It was really just a series of thumps, and Mira always had to really concentrate to understand any of it. Tuli’s Tío, aside from looking mildly irritated, was listening closely to what the Doctor was telling him.

While Casita relayed what was being said, Mirabel knew this was totally eavesdropping, but she just had to know. When she’d given Tuli the Rosary earlier, she felt that disturbing wave of hopelessness she’d noticed before. Tuli needed something and Mirabel was very worried about her honorary hermanita. She needed to think of a way to help her, but she didn’t have a clue as to how she should go about that. She looked over at Luisa, who was watching her from over her book. Mirabel smiled, and her sister cocked an eyebrow at her. Luisa noticed so much more than anyone gave her credit for. She was a lot like their Mamá in that way.

The conversation in the hall had ended, and Dolores moved away from the window and pulled at Luisa’s sleeve. Her sister got up and followed their prima into the hall. As they passed her, Luisa gave her a look that told Mira she knew she was up to something. Mirabel watched them and saw her mother waving to her, so Mira came out of her room to join her sister. Dolores was headed back toward her room and smiled at Mira as she passed her. Mirabel reached her mother and sister and her Mamá said, “Mira, Tuli will be spending tonight in Luisa’s room, so can you head up to the tower and find a nightgown and some clothes for tomorrow?”

Mira nodded and started for the tower stairs. As she neared the top, she realized a light was already on and thought, that's weird. She came into the room to find her Tío Bruno perched atop a mess of once neatly folded clothes, holding a small bundle. He had his eyes closed but did not have his hood up, so probably not a sponty, but she was curious as to what he was doing there. Mirabel couldn’t see everything he had, but it all appeared to be folded neatly. Her Tío had been acting a bit odd since before supper, but maybe he would explain, so she asked tentatively, “Tío?”

Bruno’s eyes popped open, and he said, “Mira! Just the sobrina I was hoping to run into!” His tone sounded unusually restless.

“Okay… ”

He waved for her to come closer, so Mirabel did, and she asked, “You okay Tío?”

“Never better,” he said as if he were not sitting atop a table with clothing piled up beneath him. The silence stretched and Mira said, “Tío, I’m supposed to… ” she pointed to the clothes her uncle was sitting on, and he responded, “I know,” and held out the bundle.

Mirabel took it and asked, “What’s this?”

“Clothes… nightgown… Antonio picked them out,” his said earnestly.

Well, that was why she’d come up there, still… “Isn’t Antonio in bed?” Mirabel asked.

“Yes.”

He said nothing else, and it was still not an answer. Mirabel noticed his hands were twitching a bit as he pulled at the cuffs of his new ruana. He’d already pulled a few threads loose, and Mira resisted the urge to find a pair of scissors.

“Thanks, Tío,” Mirabel said as she started to turn but stopped and looked at him again and asked, “You're sure you’re doing okay?”

He didn’t move for a moment, just stared through her, then abruptly nodded. Mirabel tilted her head and was met with silence, so she headed toward the stairs. As she reached the bottom, she pulled up short to keep from running into her Papá who was carrying a somewhat large box.

“I see your mother has you running errands too, Corazón," he said as she fell into step with him.

Mirabel nodded and said, “Just went to get Tuli some clothes for tomorrow.” Mirabel was somewhat concerned for her Tío and said, "Ummm Pá … Tío Bruno was… ummm… you know, never mind.”

Her Father nodded, but it was clear he was curious. They reached Luisa’s room and Mira knocked, and waited until Casita opened the door for them. Her father looked around, and her mother shrugged at his unspoken question. He set the box inside the door, then left the room, closing the door behind him. Mira noticed then that only her mother, Tuli and Luisa were here, and Mira wondered where Isa, Bubo and his Tío went. She put down her bundle and leaned back into the door with her hands behind her. Casita started telling her something that caused Mirabel to involuntarily let out a bark of laughter. Everyone was now looking at her, so Mira quickly scrunched her hands in front of herself and smiled weakly. Luisa was again looking at her with suspicion, her mother just rolled her eyes, while Tuli just looked confused.

Her mother waved her over, and Mira retrieved the bundle as she stepped away from the door. Tuli got off the bed and Mira handed Tuli the package and said, “There’s a nightgown and some fresh clothes for tomorrow. Luisa usually gets up pretty early, so heads up for that.”

Her mother gave her a look and Mirabel resisted the urge to run into the hall, but her mother then turned to Tuli and said, “Get some rest, and we’ll see how you're feeling in the morning. The school will be reopening tomorrow and since you’ll be staying for a while, Mira will be going with you to get you registered.”

“Will Antonio be going?”

“Yes, but he is in a lower grade.”

“Oh,” Tuli replied and nodded.

“Get some sleep, you’ve had an exciting day, and tomorrow will be too,” her mother said, and to Luisa her mother added, “There are some extra pillows and blankets in the box.”

Luisa nodded and said, “Thanks, Mamá.”

Her mother nodded as she handed Luisa a small bottle, giving her instructions on how it should be used. She said goodnight, then gave them both a hug saying, “Buenas noches, dulces sueños, hijas.”

Tuli was clutching her stuffed rat and had a curious smile, as if she was remembering something pleasant. Mirabel started when her mother tugged at her shirt, and Mira left with her. She looked over the rail and saw Isa sitting in the courtyard with their father. He had his arms crossed and Isa was mirroring his position in the chair across from him. Her mother looked down at the pair and sighed. She turned to Mira, saying, “I think it’s time you headed for bed as well, Mira. We’ll discuss what’s needed to get Tuli registered tomorrow.” Mirabel reluctantly looked away and back at her mother, who added, “I am also going to ask you to not listen in on private conversations, Mira, however tempting it may be.”

Mirabel shrunk in on herself a little and nodded in reply. How did she know that? Mira thought. Her mother noticed her chagrin as she took Mira’s face in her hands and said after she kissed the top of her head, “I know you don’t mean any harm, Corazón. Good night, Mira. Dulces sueños.”

“Good night, Mamá,” Mirabel replied, then headed to her room. She’d been found out already. Though she wondered how her mother knew, she figured it was probably something the prior Casita was capable of. Which made her wonder if perhaps her mother had used that as well. She did tend to turn up at the most random times… usually when Mirabel and Camilo were planning something prankish. Well, she supposed, it really was just eavesdropping and being nosey would surely lead to trouble. Mirabel changed into her nightgown and pulled on her robe. Casita turned down the lights as she sat on the window seat and looked out at the town. For so many years, she’d been an outsider in her own community. Now she was smack in the middle of everything.

There was always the underlying feeling she just shouldn’t be in charge of anything. Mirabel really had forgiven her abuela for a lot of what happened after discovering the underlying cause of it all, and she just couldn’t find it within herself to hold a grudge. She was genuinely happy to see her family back together, with actual hope for their futures.

She pulled her robe tighter when an errant breeze blew in. She felt unusually calm, so decided it was probably for the best that Camilo had managed to get her to admit she was still having problems with the breaking. He let her ramble and blubber for a little bit, then had her laughing about the ways Casita would often aide and abet them with their shenanigans. She thought about what she wanted to do tomorrow. Breakfast, then getting Tuli ready to start school, go to her abuelos shop and help with the sewing, go see the twins, and thank them for their work on the costumes… there was something else she was forgetting. She concentrated on that, but it was not coming back to her, so she let her thoughts wander as she watched the lights in town going out one by one.

Mirabel’s eyes drifted up… she could just see the edge of the tower from here, and she thought about the doors up there. It was for certain that they were all tied to her abuela, none had existed prior to her going up there that first day. Maybe they were remnants of the first Casita and Mira thought, it would be wonderful if they were. A lot of the materials used to build this house came from the old, though, her Casita still insisted they did not know where they originated. When she thought about it, that made sense, since there were lots of things about her own mother she didn’t know, nor had she bothered to ask.

She watched some fireflies as they flitted in and out of sight. Mira decided she was going to need to figure out exactly how she and Tuli were related. She was curious what her Abuela’s sister was like. Bubo’s Tío called Rodrigo primo, but she was not sure if that was by marriage or what. She was going to need to talk to Bubo, or maybe she could get Isa to ask. She was also curious as to how Antonio had picked out Tuli’s clothes. She was pretty sure Antonio had been in bed the entire time Tuli had been with Luisa.

She smiled as she thought of Antonio’s enthusiasm to learn how to speak to the bugs of the Encanto. Bubo had shown him and Tuli the best way to catch them, and Antonio was a little disappointed he wasn’t able to understand them. He still wanted to talk to them but said it was just too hard. Mira wasn’t sure if that was because he hadn’t figured it out or if it was because he would need to practice… a lot. He commented that Tuli was a bit of a scaredy-cat but was getting braver all the time. That said a lot coming from her primo. He was quiet but tended to be a bit blunt.

“Casita?” The tiles near the window shuffled and Mira asked, “Do you think Tuli’s going to be okay? I’m really worried about her. Sometimes... I can feel a hopelessness, and I know her Tío said she can stay… I just hope nothing happens that would change his mind.” The house tiles moved again, and Mira sighed and added, “No, it wouldn’t be right, so please don’t do that.” More tiles moved and Mira said a little more forcefully, “Seriously, Casita, don’t do that. Promise?” there was a short silence, then another shift. “Thanks.”

Mirabel was tapping the sill and feeling really wide awake. She was tired earlier, but now… not so much. She looked back at her door. It glowed softly in the darkened room. She’d always dreamed of having a door like the rest of her family, and still did to a certain extent, but this door was different. It was a tangible connection between Casita, her Abuela and herself. The shimmering oak depicted made her think of that oak tree Isa had created earlier. Mira was fairly certain it was in the same area as the one she used to climb when she was a kid, and leaned out to get a better look. It really was too dark to see, but the outline was there. Mirabel stepped up onto the window seat, then climbed out onto the windowsill. She let her feet dangle for a few moments before she eased herself onto the roof.

Casita clattered a tile nearby and Mirabel responded, “I’ll be careful, and don’t go telling everyone what I’m up to.” There was another louder burst and Mirabel hissed, “Chitón, you’ll wake everybody up.” Casita waggled one of the shutters and Mira sighed and said, “Sorry, I don’t mean to snap, but I can take care of myself and if Mamá or Pá finds out, I’ll get yelled at.” Mira patted the sill again and said as she pulled her robe tight, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Mirabel headed along the roof tiles toward a trellis that was at the side of the house. She ducked as she passed the windows along the way. Hopefully, everyone was asleep but why chance it? She quickly climbed down and ran toward the great tree that Isa had said named itself Anselmo.

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Rodrigo Iguarán was writing quickly when the tip of his pencil snapped. He glared at the small hole the pencil created and sat back as he tried to remember where in his pack he’d put his pocketknife. He was absently tapping on his notebook but looked up when the tent flap opened, and José stepped in. José’s face held a deep frown as he sat down on the only chair and let out something akin to a growl.

“Something wrong, Gabi?”

“No.” His answer was abrupt, and after a moment added, “Maybe… ” he growled again then shook his head and said “No.” He took off his shoes, then carefully positioned them under his cot. Rodrigo watched him go about moving all the items in the tent that were not quite where he thought they should be. Something was bothering his primo enough that he was adjusting everything in eye shot. This was a habit he’d gotten from his Abuelo. Whenever his Abuela regaled them of the magical, and his Abuelo was there, he too would begin adjusting the physical world to suit himself.

“How is Tuli?” Rodrigo asked.

“Tuli is fine. The Doctor said they need to eat more and rest.”

“Well, that’s good news,” Rodrigo said cheerfully. José only grunted in reply, so Rodrigo asked, “For how long?”

José looked at his hands then said, “A minimum of six weeks, possibly longer.”

“Ooof, so will you be staying or were you planning to take Tuli and go anyway?”

José didn’t answer right away. Instead, he was busy adjusting a stack of clothing that he’d taken from his pack. Rodrigo watched as he matched up all the corners and thought he’s definitely not happy with this development. José moved back to the chair and said as he rubbed his knees, “I’ve agreed that Tuli can remain here as long as he stays with the Madrigals, so he’ll be staying when I leave.”

Rodrigo was taken aback, while it was true, they were all related, it was out of character that José would allow for something like this. He knew part of the problem was he still saw Bubo as a child. As Bubo said, he’d not been one for some time and even if he tended to be impulsive, he was not a fool. The other part was if he did leave Tuli behind, he would have failed in his purpose for this journey. If the Doctor was saying Tuli should stay, his primo would have to take that into his decision making. All during their journey, José had said that when (he never said ‘if’) they found Tuli, they would head back to Bogotá as soon as possible. José must have caught his look because he asked, “You think leaving Tuli a mistake?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

His cousin appeared to be hoping for a different answer because he frowned and asked, “Then you agree that Bubo would be a better guardian?”

Rodrigo took a deep breath before he replied cautiously, “In this instance… probably?”

“Probably?”

There was a hint of anger in his voice that made Rodrigo add, “Gabi, if you’ve suddenly changed your mind, or you’re looking for someone to shout at, then fine, shout away. But at least don’t lie to yourself. If you leave with Tuli, you’ll end up in the same cycle of nonsense that created the situation that caused her to run in the first place. I know it, Bubo knows it, and you know it too.”

“You said ‘her’.”

Rodrigo clenched his teeth and said sharply, “Quit saying that, I know what I said, Gabi, and so what? I know that it’s your decision, but perhaps you should be willing to see if he will do better than they have in the past. You must see how incredibly blessed you are that Tuli found their way to this place alive. I don’t even want to think about what that smuggler did to them.”

José deflated some as he let out a sigh and said, “I know. I’m sorry.”

Rodrigo took a deep breath, he was determined not to be angry, so asked, “What did the Doctor say?”

“He said, for the most part, Tuli’s physically alright but only just. Too thin and probably not sleeping. Fragile was the word he used.” José laid back on the cot, covering his eyes with his arm. He was quiet for a time, then added, “I’m not sure why I was under the delusion that Tuli…” he stopped as he uncovered his eyes and stared at his hands. “Maria’s been haunting my dreams of late. Telling me what a fool I’ve been and how could I have let this happen to her. Sometimes it feels like…” he trailed off as Rodrigo finished his primo’s thought in his head; Your sister guided Tuli here and away from you. Still, Rodrigo resisted the urge to mention he’d called Tuli ‘her’. Little by little, his primo was learning to accept Tuli’s reality, he just hadn’t realized it yet.

It was probably for the best. José’s own fiancé, Mercedes, had told Rodrigo privately that her husband-to-be should find a way to send Tuli back to their abuelos or ask another of his married brothers to take her in. Tuli was clearly withering in his care, and his refusal to see those effects was not helping. This included his not using Tuli’s given name, which she said was nothing more than him being spiteful. He needed to learn he couldn’t control everything, try though he may.

Rodrigo looked away and reached into his pack to locate his pocketknife. His thoughts turned to his own fiancé. Juana had admonished him to not stay away for too long chasing his stories. The lure of so many folks that had survived the thousand-day war was going to be difficult to resist, and he did need to get back to Cartagena. He wondered then where Bubo was, so asked, “Bubo back at the Aguilars?”

“Yes, we stopped there, and he showed me the tiny storeroom he’s been living in. Very spartan.”

“Tiny? Is he living in a closet?”

“No… actually, for one person, it’s not too bad.”

“You sound almost disappointed.”

“I would have thought he’d have his own place by now. He’s been here almost a year.”

“You did say he was patrolling the outskirts of the village for the past few months.”

“Yes, I suppose it wouldn’t have mattered.”

“You know, if I didn’t know better, Gabi, I would think you were looking for an excuse.”

“Excuse?”

“Yes, to justify taking Tuli when you go.”

“Tuli’s going to be staying with the Madrigals.” Rodrigo sighed, but his cousin was no longer looking at him as he said, “Rodrigo?”

“Yes Gabi?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just keep reminding me that I’m not wrong to leave Tuli here.”

“Alright. Just try not to shout at anyone. Especially Bubo, he is a good man.”

“Right.” José said as he caught the ‘man’. He let out a small laugh and added, “He is a good man. Not gonna lie, Bubo being here did make my decision easier. I just wish they had some sort of mail service here. I understand them not having any phones but no electricity?”

“I’m sure we’ll find a way, Gabi. Maybe there is a magical answer.”

José gazed up and nodded and said, “Probably. I saw you were speaking with Señor Félix during dinner; did he mention how the smuggler died?”

“He said it was probably a heart attack.”

“A heart attack?”

“Yes, apparently his youngest son, Antonio, can speak to animals. They believe his son asked the jaguar that landed atop the smuggler to frighten him away, but he ended up scaring him to death.”

“How unusual.”

“Less than he deserved, if you ask me. And to think he traveled with us for almost three weeks. Thank goodness we never found the women and kids he was tracking. Did you know they are also here?”

“No, I hadn’t heard. I’ll need to thank them for looking after Tuli.”

“So, did Bubo happen to mention how his date went? He’s quite taken with the young lady he was sitting with at dinner. You should have seen his face when she walked into the dining room earlier.”

“I can imagine, she is quite beautiful. Still, right now, I am actually more concerned about Señora Vargas causing trouble. I have no illusions that she will, first chance she gets.”

“She is a challenging one. We’ll need to keep an eye on that brood of lackeys she’s collected on the trip here. I’m sure Miguel already told her that Paola was at dinner. That young man… I’ve forgotten his name.”

“The shapeshifter?”

Rodrigo nodded.

“Camilo.”

“Yes, such a remarkable Gift. I wonder if he can shape-shift into anyone. Do you have any plans for dealing with her?”

“Not yet, but... ” José paused and seemed to be working something out in his head. He chuckled to himself and said, “Right, I’m going to bed. Good night Rodrigo.”

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Isabela sat on her bed, feeling foolish after her conversation with her father. The standoff was only broken when her mother appeared and hustled her off to her room. Seriously, what did he think she was going to do? Isa paused when a random thought answered that question, and she blushed. She almost laughed at the irony, since conversations like that one hadn’t been needed when she was dating Mariano. She was never actually alone with him, and went out of her way to not be. That, and Señorita Perfecta would never have even dared to do such things. Obviously, it was her level of interest in Bubo that had prompted her Papá to well… be her Papá. He at least waited until Bubo had left with his Tío.

Her thoughts drifted, and she picked up the potted plumeria rubra she planted, and was very pleased to see three small leaves had unfurled from the cutting. She knew what its flowers looked like and resisted the urge to make the cutting bloom. She took it to the balcony and opened the doors to set outside. The morning sun would definitely help green it up. She was adjusting it when something moving across the lawn caught her eye. Was that Mirabel? Was she sleepwalking? Normally, Isa would ignore this, but she thought she saw the shadow of someone else as she leaned over the rail. Maybe it was her imagination, but then again, Mirabel was now the focus of the magic of the Encanto. She sighed and asked, “Casita, did Mira ask you not to tell anyone she was sneaking out?”

The house clattered yes… then quickly clattered no.

Honestly, Isa thought. She looked at her shoes near the door and decided she didn’t have time for that. She poked her head out of her door, the house was quiet as so she slipped out of her room. She went down the stairs and to the back door. The door wasn’t budging and Casita clattered a tile or two and Isa said, “And you shouldn’t have let her wander off by herself, Casita. Now open the door.”

More tiles clattered angrily, but the back door popped open and Isabela headed in the direction she’d seen her little sister take.

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