boss and I decided to quit and go live with my mother in Parras. I will find work there.”
“So, you didn’t receive my letter.”
“You wrote me a letter?”
“Yes, a very long letter.”
“No, I didn’t. As soon as I quit my job, I left for Parras because my boss paid me right away.”
“Will you return to Oaxaca?”
“I don’t plan to … But tell me, please, what did you write in your letter?”
“As I said, it was very long. In it I explained some of the reasons I want our courtship to proceed so slowly. I need to be sure this is serious. If you want me to, I can promise that I’ll be yours forever, that you will be the only man of my life, that all my hopes will be placed in you. But, like I said …”
“You told me I would be able to hold your hand on this visit.”
“Yes, hold it, Demetrio, but that’s all, because otherwise I’ll feel terrible.”
“You needn’t worry. I am a gentleman, and you mean too much to me to ruin everything. I long to learn to love you as you want me to.”
“Maybe you think I’m stuck-up, but try to understand that I am a woman of principles.”
“Yes, I can see that, and that’s what I like most about you: your modesty, your sincerity.”
“My mother is watching us! Look to your right, you’ll see.”
Demetrio did as he was told and … indeed.
“But take my hand, my love, here, below.”
“My love.” Where did that expression come from? From her soul or her conscious mind? And to obey and … already culminating in a feat: below. Desire: barely: a punctiliousness that summed up in a split second all the exhausting trips, everything turned topsy-turvy and reduced to a frenzy of initiation! Then crowned by a trembling and fascinated fingering. The concrete that sates, that calms. The here and now so small yet so glorious. Sanctified flesh worth examining eagerly though with restraint, this game of fingers and palms and endless limitations. Silence designed to stir up fervent feelings and promising portents. A moral path strewn with caresses of sluggish though benevolent beginnings, a steady climb, then suddenly:
“And that suitcase?”
“That’s where I keep my money … Do you want me to open it and show you all the money my boss gave me?”
“I don’t know, that’s your affair. I wouldn’t ask that of you.”
“There are no banks in Parras … The truth is, I don’t know where to deposit the cash … I was so anxious to see you, I carried it the whole way.”
“Why didn’t you leave the money at your mother’s house? It seems very risky to carry it around.”
“It didn’t occur to me. I was in Parras for only a few hours, then I came here. I didn’t even consider leaving it with my mother.”
“You shouldn’t walk around with that much money.”
“I’ll soon come up with a solution. I can find my way in the world. I have always been a very practical man.”
Renata smiled, as if wanting to change the subject. We must remember that never, except at the wedding dance, had she looked him in the eyes. Decency as a heavenly abstraction yet one with an endless number of perhaps-too-concrete foundations, among which figures flirtation, ergo: head-on or, rather, defenseless insolence: never! what? still to come a long lapse before her eyes could feast upon those of her beloved, which would then mark an abject and absolute surrender: and—ugh! later, later … a later marked by a construct of desires so intricate it formed an impressive honeycomb. Nonetheless, with head downturned, Renata incited him to say pretty things, one after the other, what the hell!, and without improvised creativity, as it were: never would he act the fool and blurt out thoughts that might sound offensive, for being randy; on the contrary, in the end, rather staid sweet nothings, credible, but—how?
There should be no ripe emoting when one is humble in love, humble if a giant and in the presence of a beautiful woman, almost custom made, though somewhat short of stature; humble intentionally or merely a coward for restricting himself to a lexicon that projects pure sweetness, sweetness and extreme caution, even in his tone of voice. An attempt at emotional constriction would be useful. Like shrinking then growing through words. Demetrio wanted, he said, and then he faltered. To force himself to think about the power of velvets or silk, that’s where it all started: oh, he was so