on most: new horizons, oh, yes, maybe with her money and his: why not!? To conjure up something grandiose and original, something that would inject them both with new life. That’s when the flowery shirt cropped up again: a Oaxacan purchase? Huh? No, alas, three-quarters of the truth: a hasty purchase in Saltillo, the first garment he’d seen in the first shop he’d happened upon. The house of lies began to crumble. It would collapse entirely the moment the woman peeked into the suitcase. That occurrence … yes … a fine line: a question of good planning. Let us first assert that they settled on no enterprise that reached the heights of their pretensions. Also, Doña Telma gave her son some of her dead husband’s shirts and pajamas, until the son could buy … et cetera. Then the suitcase (the intent): to take a peek at midnight, when Demetrio was in his lucid dream sleep.
15
The envelope was fat: special delivery. Doña Rolanda adopted the stance of an enthralled reader, her flashing eyes eagerly trolling each line. Both sides of seven sheets, fourteen pages to enjoy, or a compost of varying moods. A vengeful violation: what she shouldn’t have done: carefully breaking the seal of the envelope to avoid tearing the contents. A complex task. A violation because her boarder had fled without paying her, without offering any excuse, and without giving any indication of his return.
Flight of the evildoer, and with that indecent and profligate woman to boot. His clothes—not even that many—left hanging. The churlishness of the flight was comprehensible, comprehended only a few days before when two policemen and a very fat woman as well as some peasants and a small, very old man who said he was his boss came looking for her giant boarder. To all and sundry the same response: Doña Rolanda was in their same predicament, even though they considered her an accomplice; reason enough for the poor woman to invite them into the fugitive’s room: You may stay here as long as you like. You’ll see he won’t come back. Then she added: You can search the rest of my house to assure yourselves that he’s gone. What’s more: he was here with a woman who looked quite vulgar. I’m certain he left with her and, well, without paying me. More details, more questions: circumstances of great concern. A deeply disgruntled Doña Rolanda informed them that in order to settle things once and for all (hopefully!), they were welcome to watch the house for days, weeks, months, as long as they needed to catch him upon his return, should that come to pass. And thus began a search, a meticulous one, the policemen eyed everything and likewise the very fat woman; similarly, though on a separate occasion, the peasants and the diminutive boss proceeded apace, also posting a guard out front, one on the day shift and one at night. Imagine, if you will, how enormous was their suspicion for them to extend such largesse for three days. Doña Rolanda knew full well that the uniformed men were the guards of an expensive brothel. Tut, tut!
An oddly invigorated and pouty mix: one part depraved leisure and one part hard work: peasants and policemen involved in the same affair. Perhaps they’d eventually become friends, for occasionally they shared jokes with considerable mirth. Finally, the wary watchers became convinced that Demetrio was gone for good, having left only his clothes behind. Everyone understood he would never come back to get them.
The letter arrived afterward, so we can say: in blessed peace. About the violation, we can say: bold, for it compensated Doña Rolanda for the money her boarder had failed to pay. And to read it standing up in the middle of the courtyard, page after folded and creased page, that admirable penmanship profiling everything wholesome and adorable about a distant damsel explaining why she had nixed a normal holding of hands between sweethearts. A perfect facsimile of true love that was expected to perennially nourish desire; well, she didn’t say that in so many words, but something similar, for better or for worse, thanks to her ostentatious candor. The damsel made reference to the many long kisses to come; a profusion of corporeal devotion, also down the road, but only after their union had gained gravity, still years to come: distant blessed perversities. Far-off marriage. Strong bonds or an unbreakable knot, but in the meantime, alack, careful, careful, grow, achieve. Hmm, pitiable decency that