When Francisco arrived home, Papá was waiting at the front door with a towel. He threw it around his son and sat down next to him. “ Mi’jo , I sent you out the door with one shirt and one hat to pick mangos, and you come back with no shirt, no hat, and no mangos! What happened?” Francisco told him. Papá laughed and said, “ Él que mucho abarca, poco aprieta . He who tries to grab too much, gets little. So that is why crabby—I mean, lonely—Tía Clara called me, and Abuela, and Tío Tito. News travels fast in this neighborhood! Let’s clean you up. Él que temprano se moja, tiempo tiene de secarse. He who gets drenched at dawn has all day to dry off.” “Can you come with me, Papá?” “You can do it by yourself, mi’jo. Querer es poder . Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Francisco had a will—there had to be a way. 18
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