Chapter 6

Brock had to admit the menudo was excellent.He could have used a second bowl,but with Calvin paying he…

“Hey,Miguel,”Calvin called out to the over-weight,middle-aged Mexican,“can we have two more bowls?”

“Sure.”The man waddled off and soon returned with a tray.Brock eyed the new bowl hungrily.Amazingly,his appetite had returned.

“You too thin.Need to eat more,”the man said,setting a bowl in front of Calvin.“All that New York Jewish food.”Miguel shook his head and made a tsking noise with his tongue.

“I know a bistro owner in New York who would sell his grandmother to get his hands on your recipe for menudo.”

Miguel laughed.“What would I need with his grandmother?”

“Sorry,Matthew,I tried,”Calvin said,dipping his spoon into the steamingsoup.

Brock was already halfway through his bowl.

Miguel ambled off,muttering something about how he already had enough old ladies in his family to support.

“So,”Calvin asked,“When can you start work on the old homestead?”