Crossing over the border is a dangerous business......But Lupita must cross from Mexico to America. After her father dies in a fishing boat accident in the seas near their small Mexican village, Lupita's family is left in poverty. Lupita and her big brother, Salvador, must smuggle themselves into the United States to earn money to support their mother and young siblings.
America is not the land of opportunity they had hoped. A new language, hard labor, and the constant threat of la migra the immigration policemake every day a difficult challenge. But for feisty Lupita, there is always hope for a better manana tomorrow.
About the Author
Patricia Beatty was born in Portland, Oregon, and was a longtime resident of southern California. After graduating from college, she taught high school English and history, and later held various positions as a science and technical librarian and also as a children's librarian. She taught Writing Fiction for Children at several branches of the University of California.
Patricia Beatty is the author of many popular and award-winning children's books, including such NCSS Notable Children's Trade Books in the Field of Social Studies as Eight Mules from Monterey; Behave Yourself, Bethany Brant; Turn Homeward, Hannalee; Be Ever Hopeful, Hannalee; and Jayhawker. Her novel Lupita Mañana is a Jane Addams Children's Book Award honor book, and Charley Skedaddle won the Scott O'Dell Award for Historical Fiction.
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Pressing herself flat against the rear wall of Senor Aguilar's hotel near the Avenida Ruiz, Lupita Torres bided her time. When she heard the doors of the big green yanqui car shut and the tourist start the engine, she slid forward, scraping her back on the rough white stucco. Sucking in her breath, Lupita nervously fingered the skirt of her faded cotton dress. Would the doorman shout at her not to hang around the elegant hotel?
Quickly Lupita stuck her head out and gave the front of the hotel a sweeping glance with her dark eyes. A sudden gust of hot September wind blew a lock of her long, black hair forward. She pulled it back, muttering in Spanish.
A second glance told her that the front entrance of the three-story Mexican hotel was deserted. Bueno! No one would catch her. The thin-legged thirteen-year-old moved swiftly around the side of the building to the iron steps that led to the higher floors. Her brown limbs flashing in the sunshine, Lupita ran up the steps past the first and second floors. Her hand twisted the knob of the thirdfloor door, and she slipped inside and stood in the middle of the long, gold-carpeted hallway.
Si! Yes, there was her mother's cleaning cart down the corridor to the left. What a good job Mama had as chambermaid in Senor Aguilar's hotel! Working here was much better than working in a bad-smelling fish cannery down on the bay of Ensenada.
Lupita moved warily toward the cart, noticing the mound of dirty sheets and used towels in the canvas hamper on one side and the array of neatly folded clean linen, bottles, and cans of cleanser below. Mama' probably was inside the room by the cart, number 310,changing the bed. She would be happy to see Lupita, who had just finished an errand in the neighborhood. Perhaps Mama' would permit her to help lift the big mattress and tuck the white sheet under it or polish the mirror in the glittering bathroom. How the tourists must delight in the gleam of metal and porcelain! What joy they must take in the wide, velvet-covered bed, the brick walls, and the heavy blue-green draperies Senor Aguilar provided for them.
"Mama, it's Lupita Manana," Lupita called out very softly, as she slipped inside and half closed the door behind her. Her mother was not in the bedroom. She must be in the bathroom, perhaps scrubbing the pink tub. Lupita called out again and walked over the shaggy royal-blue carpeting to open the bathroom door.
But her mother was not there either. Where was she then? Down the hall at the maid's closet, of course, getting more supplies. Lupita sighed. That's where she must go to find her even at the risk of discovery.
Perhaps a tourist might come out of a room and catch her in the hall as had happened just last week. The sudden appearance of the yanqui in swimming trunks had frightened Lupita into statuelike stiffness. The tall, bald man, white as fish flesh, flicked a glance at her out of his queer, pale eyes, but he said nothing. After he looked at her, he continued on his way downstairs to the swimming pool Senor Aguilar maintained for his guests. The sea was too salty for them., said Mama, when Lupita asked her about the man. Mama' laughed when Lupita described bow fast he walked on his stiltlike legs and bow jerky his movements were.
Lupita sucked in some air for courage and went out past the bed to the open door. There she looked out and listened. Si, there was some noise from the linen closet, small sounds of someone moving around. Mama!
Lupita went out into the hall, blessing the deep-pile carpet that covered the sound of her footsteps, and ran noiselessly to the maid's closet.
"Eh?" the woman there cried out softly, turning around. "Who is it?"
Lupita gaped at her. This woman was not her mother but Josefa, another chambermaid, the one who tended to the first floor. Plump, wrinkled Josefa looked at Lupita, who leaned against the wall. "Si, it is Carmela's daughter, the one they call Lupita Manana." She nodded as she put her hands into the deep pockets of the yellow-cotton coat all the hotel employees had to wear. "Is it true that you are called Lupita Manana because when your father does not catch as many fish as he wants, you always say, "Tomorrow, manana, you will catch more, Papa?"
"Si, that is what I say. Where is my mother?"
"Ah, she has gone home. Senor Aguilar sent her home when Captain Ortega's son came here to the hotel for her. I am doing your mother's work on this floor now."
Lupita felt a sudden stab of fright. Josefa doing her mother's work? The Torres family had to have the money her mother's job brought them. Had Senor Aguilar become angry about something Mama had done and taken her job away? Had that long-legged tourist complained about seeing Lupita in the hall last week? And why had Captain Ortega, the captain of the tuna boat Papa' worked on, sent his oldest son here to Marna'? The Ortega boat, La Estrella, must have come back to Ensenada from the fishing trip it had left on six days ago. Then Papa too was home again!
Lupita stammered, "Captain Ortega has come back?"
"Certainly Ortega is back," Josefa replied. "If Ortega sends his boy here, Ortega is back, foolish one."
"Senora, why did Mama go home?" Lupita asked anxiously.
"I don't know. Who tells me anything? Senor Aguilar told me about the boy and your mother's going home. Then he ordered me to do the work up here, too." Josefa waved her hand. "Go home, girl, and find out. Do not pester me. I have much to do today." She added, grumbling, "Who knows when your mother will return?"Lupita Manana. Copyright © by Patricia Beatty. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
this book is so great...and touching...i mean look a poor girl has the courage to cross the border and i am aginst wat the liberal propaganda says because its not brainwashing anyone all its doing is making the kids from usa see how the life of kids,the same age, feel when they are suffering in debt