The child that results will be hairy, and will, possibly, even turn out to be a wolf. P ancho tells me that one must never climb a palm looking for coconuts when one has a hangover. Their tiny souls toss about forever in the winds, never coming to rest, whispering feverishly in your ear. Several years ago, after two devastating hurricanes hit the Puerto Perdido area, word was that a child was born in a nearby community. He proclaimed that earthquakes, a deluge and three more hurricanes were on their way.
Witches are everywhere, and can be dangerous.
Friend Jorge, a sensible type, explained to me that his stepfather died because some of the neighbors were jealous of his land holdings. They hired a witch to put a curse on him and the old man died soon after the curse was laid. They were relatively prosperous, owned a hectare or two, several goats and cows. They're good solid people. Like many Mexicans, it's a matriarchal family.