“Mom! Dad! I’m going to see Grandma Raquel!” I said. Before they could say anything, I was already out the door. I found her putting new flowers on her lawn.
“Grandma Raquel!”
“Nieto, I already know. You feel better.”
“Yeah, I do, how did you know?”
“You’re out of bed,” she said. “I’m glad the lemon radish smoothie worked. In 1924, when I had the flu, your Great-Grandpa Armando made me drink that same smoothie three times. He also made me talk to my own bisabuelo, Raul Canton.”
“Why didn’t you try the lemon radish smoothie before?”
“I didn’t know if it would work,” she said. “Your Great-Grandpa told me it was only lemon and radish, but I thought maybe he put something else in there, too. But, like I’ve told you before, you never know what works and what doesn’t until you try. I’m glad you’re better now, Lyndon. Now, get off my lawn, go ride a bike, take a run, do something you couldn’t do when you were sick.”