The Temptation Of Demetrio Vigil - Plot & Excerpts
I’d left my father’s before dawn, because the dance team competition began at 8 a.m. in Albuquerque, and I needed to stop off at home first to get ready. Like all other homes in the area, ours was large, but nestled discreetly into the natural desert landscape per zoning rules, with at least half an acre between it and the next closest house. Grass was forbidden up here as an environmental no-no, and the houses were restricted to either adobe or modern construction that blended into the sagebrush and juniper landscape. Ours was in the modern camp, two stories. It was situated in a small valley and wasn’t actually visible from the street. You had to pull into the driveway, and drive down a curved steep incline, around a few boulders and pine trees, before coming to the hidden four-car garage tucked tastefully out of sight, around the back side of the house. My mother found few things in life more repugnant than houses that looked to be “all garage” from the street. Strangely, as I pulled along the driveway, a hawk circled overhead and swooped down as though it meant to crash into the windshield.
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