Take the next plane to Mexico.

Dago wanted to go see the house that his grandmother had left him. He hadn’t been there in a very long time and figured it was a good time to visit her grave again. He didn’t know that’s right where he had been buried as well, but he’d soon find out someone was buried next to her, with no gravestone.

The plane trip was a bit boring, but he got to Mexico without a problem. He didn’t have luggage or anything to worry about, just himself. He got off the plane and took a cab out to Cuautitlan from the D.F. It was noisy and busy there, like New York, but with more Spanish than English. It took about forty-five minutes to get to Cuautitlan and he over paid the cabbie, knowing he’d have to go to the trouble of changing the American dollars to pesos. He looked at the house that he should have visited when he got back. It looked like it could use some work.