Tamaulipas Capital, Victoria City.
In a private hospital named Happy Heavenly Kingdom.
Abrego was pushing his uncle, Juan Nepomuceno, in a wheelchair for a stroll in the garden.
The weary Nepomuceno coughed, then self-mockingly said, "This is what it's like getting old, having to run to the hospital every other day, it's troublesome for you to worry about me."
Abrego, a rather portly man, laughed and placed a hand on Nepomuceno's shoulder, "Uncle, what's that? You used to carry me on your shoulders. Without you, I might have starved on the streets by now."
"My little Abrego has grown up," the old man liked to reminisce and sigh, "And I've grown old."
"Don't worry, Uncle, the doctors here are excellent. They'll take good care of you. If you're not satisfied, just tell me. I can have doctors brought over from the United States if needed."
It was unclear whether this "bringing over" would involve regular methods.
