Obviously the sixties hadn’t totally passed it by. By the time Juno got to the island, pylons had reached the south east and were on their way along the coast. Trucks had begun coming ’round every couple months with building materials, haberdashery, and strange, mostly disbelieved, tidings. Boats docked now and again with long-haired gringos, large guitars, and weird, mostly overlooked, customs. Coming and going had become a little less exotic and the idea of seeking one’s fortune out in the world had taken hold in some of the more adventurous minds.
But when Demetrio and Aurelia came of Magic age in ’58 and ’60 respectively, all this was in the future. In the organic kind of fashion that would necessarily characterize his approach to Magic, Demetrio first used his new powers for real not to request a manual, which Rolf hadn’t got around to mentioning, but to dodge the dreaded Jesuit school in the north that all his brothers were sent to. Their mother Inés, a second-generation blow-in from the mainland, had come with a decent dowry and sought to maintain certain standards, especially after her husband became mayor. By apparently giving his snooty mother and brothers the finger Demetrio won popular approval in the village early on. Folks were soon saying he was a lot like his father, whose only mistake, folks added, was that he’d married that stuck-up cow. Hanging around with the rest of the guys waiting for the migrating tuna, beating them at dominoes and everything else, Demetrio revelled all through his teens in being the biggest fish in a real small pond that to him was the ocean, outgrowing everybody only in height.
It didn’t occur to Aurelia to use her powers to be sent to school. Not even to dodge housework. She found she had no use for them really. Visiting fancy stores in the capital was scary and everyone looked at her funny, no matter how she dressed up. And she’d never been anyplace on her own before. By then Demetrio wasn’t interested in talking to or doing Magic experiments with his little sister anymore. Since education and travel didn’t figure and she had to do something, she did what all the girls and women in the village did, except mending the nets which her mother deemed beneath her, and continued to keep a good house for her brother and father as well as her new husband when Inés succumbed to pneumonia a mere month after her only daughter’d got hitched.
Chances are Demetrio would’ve got bored if the hippie chicks hadn’t started showing up.