Huracán was the supreme Taíno god, said Mr. Colón, my history teacher.
As a ten-year-old student, I did not control my enthusiasm:
No, I replied, it was Atabeyra.
What! Mr. Colón shouted, as he hit his desk with a ruler.
Silence crept into the room like a mouse during siesta time.
Every child in class seemed to stop breathing. Suddenly, I felt my face turning red.
Ruler in hand, Mr. Colón slowly walked toward my seat: What, he repeated as he reached me.