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PAGE 44 Jackson Curtis returns to their Teak Ranch in Mexico, to tragedy.
“Before you go home, walk over to the city building and see
Marlin, he’s an expat too, and he will fix you up with a contractor’s
We drove up to the job site to choose my lots. I had to put
$10,000 down as a deposit, and I chose three lots on the east side
that all had ocean views.
He wrote me a certificate on each one. ADBanyan.com
“Now we wait!” he said.
I was excited as the builder rush ran through my body again. I
jumped in the yellow VW bug and headed home to tell Jade the good news.
I was ten minutes from home as a speeding black van with dark
tinted windows almost ran me off the road.
“Fuck you!” As I extended my finger over the rag top and kept
it extended until they vanished from my mirror.
Smoke rolled across the road as I got home. Everyone was in the
trees, and Jesus was spraying water on the trees, trying to keep the
fire from spreading. I jumped from the VW and ran to Jesus.
“Where is Jade? WHERE IS JADE?” as I ran toward the house.
Sol screamed at me, “Jackson!” as the heat knocked me backward,
and I crawled from the flames.
“Jade! . . . Jade!”
Sol and Carlos grabbed me and dragged me into the trees and amazon.com
squirted water on my smoldering shirt.
“Jackson! Jade was in the house. I don’t know what happened. I
heard an explosion, and by the time I ran over here, it was completely
engulfed. I have never seen anything burn so fast.”
“Jade!” as I dropped to the ground in tears.
The fire burned for two days as we all worked to keep it from
spreading. I kept looking into the flames like I expected her to walk
out at any moment. I went out to the boat and went below. I could
still smell Jade’s smell on the sheets. I cried myself to sleep. The next
day, I poked through the ashes and debris. I found nothing. Even
the metal beams were melted and warped. I drank all day as I stared
at the . . . house.
“Jackson! . . . Jackson!” I heard Sol’s voice.
“Wake up!” as he pulled my face out of the sand.
“You have company.” And I looked at a man holding his hand
out toward me. He pulled me up off the ground.
“We need to put this to rest,” he said consolingly. “I am the
minister at Sol’s church. I am also a bulldozer operator. We need to
bury this memory so you can continue your life.”
He hugged me as the tears ran down my cheeks. amazon.com
I looked at the dozer that his son was getting off the trailer, and
I shook my head in agreement.
As I stood against a mahogany tree and watched, he dug a
hole about the size of a box truck. He pushed the entire remains
of my home into the hole, and his son poured diesel fuel over the
debris in the pit. He handed me a paper, lit it, and walked away.
I threw the flame into the pit and watched the flames devour the
remaining parts of my life. It burned overnight, and he came back
in the morning and pushed the sand over the ashes and regraded the
property. It looked like it was never there, as he loaded the dozer back
on the trailer and left. I lay down on the fresh sand, feeling Jade’s
presence with the earth.