The skies over the Santa Ynez valley were shifting in circular patterns of dark blues, grays and violet. The temperature dropped, and mist covered the landscape as a sodden blanket. Seasonal birds abandoned the valley, and the fields and washes were staged in yellows, orange and brown. A pervasive chill overcame Francesca as Chico's truck arrived to Abuela's ranch. The chickens were running loose and Abuela's garden wasn't properly cut back for winter. Francesca thought how unlike Abuela to let things go unattended.
Abuela appeared at the door, neither acknowledging nor greeting them as they drove up. Placidly and without emotion she turned and entered inside. Chico stopped the truck and turned to Francesca.
"You'll see what I mean. She's beginning to forget things. Try to go easy on her
