Tuesday, October 25, 2011: What do you know, as I was walking back to the taxi, Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel) finally pulled up literally at the same time as I was getting into the car to go home. Hind sight being 20/20 I should have just kept going.
So, as soon as we walk into the court house Adriana’s attorney, Oscar Ivan Diaz Gomez, was waiting for us. Adriana acted like she had no idea he was going to be there. I knew this was not going to end well. Oscar Ivan Diaz Gomez was talking to me like I actually cared about what he had to say, trying to sell me his interpretation of the criminal court judgment. Just curious Oscar Ivan Diaz Gomez, how many different ways can you interpret the judge calling Adriana’s criminal claims “baseless” while calling her a “habitual liar”?
Finally I had enough. I told Adriana and Oscar Ivan Diaz Gomez that it did not matter how they interpret the judgment if she was pardoning the case anyway. That Adriana’s communication issues with Oscar Ivan Diaz Gomez are not my problem. But wasting another day in Mexico for no reason is my problem. I told Adriana “last chance” because our next stop is Mexicali where appeals take place with the Supreme Court. And with that I walked away. Never looking back. I could feel Adriana staring at me as I made my way down the stairs.
Naturally the border line was a good 2-hours, maybe close to 3-hours. Brutal. I found a bus near the front of the line that had an empty seat in it which would cut down my wait time to less than an hour. For a small donation for the bus driver, there I sat wondering how can it be that Adriana can drag your real DAD through the mud like she has for so long. It defies any explanation. Then the phone rings. It’s Adriana. She’s the last person I want to talk to. She doesn’t take my not answering as a hint and keeps calling. 8-more times in fact before I picked it up. The call was more of the same. She told me she was at the border looking for me. She tells me while I wait in line that she would rather fire her Oscar Ivan Diaz Gomez than have me mad at her and wanted to take me back to the court pardon the case. That’s an interesting perspective given all the nutty shit she has done. She singles this as the one thing she does not want me being upset with her for. I guess we have to start somewhere. Baby steps.
Sam, if I was not living this, I would not believe it myself. She was right about the line being long, what would it hurt. It’s not like she can waste that much more time than I already wasted. I was silent the whole way back to the court. Adriana did not question it. She knew I was not happy. Once we get to court, the prosecutors tried to change her mind. When they found out we were not changing our minds they finally complied with our wishes only to find out that Maria Guadalupe Tenorio Toledano (AKA Lupita Tenorio, Marsha Tenorio) and her friend had to be there too because of their involvement in the case. I guess that makes sense. In a way I want to hear them all admit what they did.
We agreed to meet again Thursday at 9:30. I have no idea what is going to happen in the next couple days. The good news is that the border line is empty now. I don’t have to dwell on this too long standing in line. Stay tuned.
