Celeste had a busy day as she drove to a plantation that Geraldy wanted her to see, and give her opinion as a Rancher how to perfect their irrigation flow. The Haitian men were surprise how smart of a woman Celeste was. She worked out a plan perfectly for the mango plantation since obtaining materials were very hard to come by in Haiti. She showed them in drawings the less cost, and how a little more hard labor, digging longer canals, and reusing their rain fall, would have their farm up and running smoothly, in more than a year. That is; if Mother Earth played nice with Haiti. Geraldy translated all her words making his people understand that Celeste was a successful producing rancher in New Mexico, and knew what she was talking about. He added, her irrigation was old schooled too.
After several hours of debating and educating the Haitian’s, the tall American woman smiles to Geraldy, “I guess our work is done, you ready to go too AHAMES? “No, no, no…you must eat something before leave?” One of the men states with care. He softly calls out to his daughter. A few minutes passed by when a lovely young teenage girl approaches with a platter full of fresh mango. The shy young lady calmly advances to Celeste, she scans the half breed’s tall backside from hat to boot in wonder. Unsure of herself she lightly clears her throat. Celeste spins around to view the interruption. The little darling eyes widen in disbelief as Celeste views both of her eyes dart back, and forth on her two tone eye color in shock. The half breed was use to the reaction, she instantly reaches for a piece of mango, and puts the fruit in her mouth. The cowgirl gives the young local girl a wink with her green eye, and smiles wickedly to her. The little girl grins beautifully showing her missing front tooth while nodding her head at Celeste. “Your mango’s are delicious sir! Do you have any to sell?” Celeste inquires in her unusual husky voice. A older man with gray around his temples speaks to the young girl in French. The girl places her platter on the table and speeds away as fast as lightening barefooted.
She returns with a box loaded with mango’s and hands the box to Geraldy. Celeste quickly got into her hand-made deerskin backpack, and produced a fifty dollar bill. The old man quickly tells the cowgirl the fruit was free for payment of her knowledge. Celeste understood about trading services, but they could use the money right now. She looked upon the little girl, and motioned for the little girl to approach her. Hesitantly, the girl steps towards Celeste. Celeste reaches for the small palm, and slid the fifty into her tiny hand. Lovingly, the cowgirl closes the little girl’s palm and blew a kiss upon the fist. The little girls eyes was calm, when she felt Celeste blow on her hand. The men stayed quiet, watching the scene unfold. For a split second the ladies lock eyes for a silent scan. The half breed blinks a few times at the girl an is rewarded with a vision. Celeste wrinkles her brow in worry. She knows not why but she states to herself, “Stay safe, little one…please stay away from the broken down home you like to play in for two days.” On a dime the shy girl beams with joy as she heard the private telepathic connection the American woman whispered out. The little girl immediately gives a wink back at the mysterious half breed. The Haitian girl returns the powerful lady a private note she will obey.
“Okay, Geraldy, let’s go. One more stop then home sweet home!” The cowgirl shakes her head to attention ready to leave the bizarre moment behind. The men were staring dumbfounded at each other. The little girl happily turns on her bare feet, and left the outdoor scene. Celeste grabs Geraldy’s hand, and escorts him out of the cozy plantation land. “Celeste, did us men just miss something between you and that little girl?” Geraldy questions her in spookiness. She replies trying to keep a cool head, “Nope, let’s go!” They both got into the waiting vehicle, and when Celeste looked out her window the extra special girl was waving goodbye. Celeste views the sweet shy girl as the vehicle zooms away hoping her vision would never come true.
The little girl smiles at her palm of money from the cowgirl. In French, she blurts out to the back of Celeste’s retreating auto, “Merci, dame spéciale! Je vais tenir compte de vos paroles.” (Thank you, special lady! I will heed your words.) The men chuckled at the giddy girl. Her father questions his daughter, “She did not speak to you silly girl, why you say that?” With a joyous grin upon her face, she knew what she heard without words spoken between her and the cowgirl. And she was not gonna be foolish not to heed the warning! Because she too was special….extra special.