The next morning I woke to the surprise that I was tied to the bed and stark nakid!
Juanita had tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts and was now standing next to the bed smiling down at me.
She kept smiling and said in spanish "Mr. Padraza is on his way to see you." I made out most of what she said, at least enough to know it wasn't good.
Then she put her hand on my stomach and said "Don't worry, it will be good and you will bear many babies."
That time I understood it all and went into a panic, pulling at my restraints and begging her to untie me.
"No, you will see, it will be better this way." she said and turned to look out the window for Mr. Padraza's arrival.
I had managed to loosten one of the ties on my left wrist but was having difficulty getting it the rest of the way off when I heard the sound of a car driving up the dirt road just outside.