Caray, Caray!

I'm not Chris Ferro here on his usual night, I am Cheryl just filling in for my buddy when he needed a hand.

We get quite a review tonight of love and hate scenes. The most poignant being the donkey braying near the end of the review to signify that the really, really important memory must be Juan and Sofia pledging their undying love. Each pleading love to an almost complete stranger. Egad they have lovely teeth and luminous eyes though, don't they? Two of the prettiest people in all of the televised world, who I think of as really good actors, but here they have feeble scripts to work with. No wonder they grin so much.

Padre Tadeo tells the three sisters he has planned a special mass for Sunday to honor their father and other persons. He hopes they will come. They are delighted with both the honor to their beloved father and another chance to get a Sunday get out of jail card. Tadeo expresses caution and worry to Sofia who doesn't understand what he is talking about. He thinks to himself at her back that he must protect the whole family and he wishes good for Sofia even if she has the devil Feonando in her very house.

Gabriela crabs amiable with FeoFerd who is extra feo in the back of the car, about how exasperating the Padre is. Feo hates how Padre encourages Sofia's rebelliousness. What to do, what to do, they discuss whether to change parishes or perhaps CrabiGabi can complain to the Bishop....Feo really smiles at this possibility.

More day dreaming by the dreamteam, Hermanos Reyes. They are all in a pickle with this promised revenge against these luscious lovelies they so want to make nice, nice with.

Sofia dreams and drives while she replays Juan's protestations of love. The sisters interrupt with pleas for her to reconcile with the dreamy brother-in-law FeoBoy. The dreamy way she closes her eyes makes me glad she isn't in Albuquerque, she would not live to get home.

The brothers watch Babybro Franco eat some gruel while they discuss that GabyCraby ran them off for not showing up for work. The cheap hospital bed is better than the fold up cot he started out on but this is a small room to hold these three strapping men for so many days.

The two dimwit sisters, Jemena and Sarita, flirt their way through the conversation with FeoBoy that Sofia has agreed to think about her relationship with him and she was very impressed with his going to confession and helping the poor Babybro Franco. Really, he grins at this promising news with the insincerity shining through his sallow skin.

Sofia cries in the chapel with her father's crypt for the loss of her beloved papa surrounded by pure white flowers. She is crying her feelings out to him of missing him so much and feeling so deserted and alone. I imagine he would counsel her to look out for the little Craby-Feo duet that seems omnipresent these days. FeoBoy joins her and the ominous music lets us know she doesn't like it any better than we do. He feigns missing her father too, he was like a father to him. They pray still kneeling.

Juan shows up for parallel grave weeping in the cave of our young Santa Libia. He says he sees her face everywhere, even in the bakery [hey wait a minute, those buns were channeling Sofia not Libia last time I noticed] He misses her so much. Juan continues Franco says you helped him when he almost died. Was it really you who helped him? Do we have to give up our vengeance pact?? What ever will we do with this hopeless plot without it? It's amazing how fresh and light the cave looks in daytime and Juan manages to avoid grasping the thorny cross so their isn't even blood for a change.

Feoboy has a one note song: "How long does he have to put up with her refusals, her rejections. He is ready to help her forget all her fears of that dreadful attack." They pray some more. The braying (rebuzna) of donkey adds suitable emotional comment.

Padre talks with the Oscar and Franco. They miss their work, they need to earn money and need to leave. But, but he will hire them to fix up the church, silo, dispensary, everything. Oh they beam their Happy Day look.

Abuelo is in bed being ministered to by Eva, and the younger two sisters. Eva announces that Gabi has fired the Abañiles ( the Reyes), those dirty boys. Sarita really wants to go back to the dispensary, she is so concerned about Franco. Jimena remembers she is mad at Oscar and says she has no interest in crossing Craby and further she doesn't even want to go back. She stomps out of the room while Gramps says, Do you believe her ?? [Here in the dark living room, Willa and I both shake our heads, NOoooo] Just to show he is right, Jemena enters her room with the big red heart on the bed and dreams of Oscar and looks longingly out the window at the feeble brick frame of the unfinished cabana. She was hoping her prince charming (principe azul) had arrived but no.

Oscar is parallel dreaming of her with Franco having his own parallel dreams. Men of action? I haven't seen it yet. Lots of dreams though.

Gramps scolds Craby for her unkind treatment of Sofia as FeoBoy serves her dinner officiously and she rebuffs Sofia's kindness. She asks to be left alone just this night and is on the point of doing or saying something much uglier, but Abuelo circles his white napkin calling for a truce but asking her to think about how she treats everyone. Then he has to humble himself to ask for a driver to complete some business in town. Crabi wants to know just what and why as she nearly seizes the advantage, but he demurs that this is his business.

We flash to the Badlove Bar to see as Rosario (Boobala-girl) sings a little love ditty to her missing son to the puzzlement of Armando and his greasy staff in large hats. They look like something isn't quite right, but what?? The men in the bar love the sexy dance that goes with this hot little ode to sonny boy.

Back at the dispensary Juan and Franco have a heart to heart about the dangers of dangerous love with perverse people.

Back at the Badlove, Boobala finishes her sad little song about lost love and lost heavens and the little lost son being a little piece of her. She is dressed in really motherly garb showing us most all of the other pieces of her since we can't see him.

Feoboy walks Sofia to her room, but she lets him know she doesn't plan to sleep with him. She wants to convince her of his undying love. She repeats for what, the 1000 time, that she will never love him. He promises until death, he will not give up pursuing her. [oh you sweet talkin' SOB].

Wow, Juan has a t-shirt on to make hot, furious love, err I mean bread. He dream talks to Sofia about his other promise that makes it hard for him to have time to love her. Oh this revenge promise is weighing heavier than unleavened bread. Oh, but wait, that good, that luscious hot bread comes out of the oven. Oscar comes in to grab a really hot one and burn his sensuous lips. Juan tells Oscar he is thinking so much about love and tears as tiny pictures of Sofia and then Libia appear in the screen. Sofia has parallel love thoughts kneeling down by the wheelbarrow of dirt and thinks of the first time she saw Juan. She profoundly compares the dust in this wheelbarrow with the wind carrying it away as having the same chance as their love which is being whisked away too.

Next morning the three still in the dispensary eat fruit and discuss their dim futures. Arriving with much marching music, it's ABUELO to the rescue. Not only is he dressed in an all white version of Saint Emiliano Zapata, he tells them not to forget their mission and hands out large peso notes. He has more where that came from and shortly Golden Coins twinkle magically on the sick bed where I am trying not to look too closely because Babybro has wrapped the sheet around his body to look like a big diaper with his bandaged hairy legs hanging out.

Crabi and Feoboy talk in front of Sofia like she is a child that they need to discuss this business of when to finish the cabana like God commands [or Feo and Sofia will live in it like God commands, I forget which]. Feoboy very feolike asks Sofia to decide if the Abañiles (Reyes) will be rehired or others or what. Sofia answers after a shocked moment - the cabana will not be constructed and the Abañiles will not return. The evil ones roll their eyes and cook their evil plans in their evil brains.

Next time: actually a scene appears of Sofia in a fetching black dress with a kerchief tied around her waist as she approaches a stone wall that separates her in a the verdant pasture from rock hard (muscular, I mean muscular) Juan standing in the river suspiciously near the place where Libia met her untimely end and Babybro Franco had his moment of salvation from his baby sister.

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