Lying on the yuca field, his hat on his side, his shirt wet of the heat of his workday, Don Antonio left his skin drying under the afternoon sun. With a grin, her wife thought he looked like a dried, overcooked tomato.
Lying on the yuca field, his hat on his side, his shirt wet of the heat of his workday, Don Antonio left his skin drying under the afternoon sun. With a grin, her wife thought he looked like a dried, overcooked tomato.