Lupe and Selina Play Through the Storm

The question from her father hung in the air, daring her to spring her news about her college admission, but she resisted. His entrepreneurial ideas were in motion, and he paid no attention to her softball games.

“Berto informed me that a US women’s team competed in the Olympics last year. They secured significant sponsors and all the resources. Their pitcher is a famous coach at a California university.” Selina tried to judge her father’s interest.

“The Olympics. I can imagine Jake competing in the Olympics someday.”

“How about me, Papa?” She held her breath. “Do you think all things happen for a reason? Berto’s advice might prove valuable.”

“What do you mean? He does not know our business.” Papa entered the house and waved her indoors.

“I have something to show you. Promise me you won’t be upset.” Selina slid the letter from the university out of her pocket. “This is from a school, a university, up north, wanting me to play softball on their team. Perhaps this is a sign.”

“Ha! This shows those gringos want Fuentes Coffee capital to sponsor their squad. Such offers are commonplace. Why haven’t any American colleges ever offered Jake a spot on their teams?” Carlos looked at the letter and returned the correspondence to her.

“He lacks the grades, Father. He put all his energy in his game.” Selina stepped out on thin ice. “With my business grades and softball skills, I deserve this letter. What is your opinion? I’d like to go.”

“That is not possible. I need you here. Having completed your studies with the nuns, you can begin your work with our company. If you wish, you might assist with the ballpark’s operation.”

“It’s possible we would generate increased revenue by following Mr. Berto’s advice. Let me spend some time with a college team, learning the business side of women’s sports—I will be able to generate revenue afterward. I’m going to the kitchen to speak with the cook about the beef. We can talk tomorrow if you wish.”

Carlos did not utter a word. Selina sensed his gaze as she entered the kitchen. This marked the first time they’d ever discussed her future or her role in the company. She could not rest all night. Was this the best way to approach her father about her wishes?

The next morning, she overheard him on the telephone.