picture it and—ecchh! What a peculiar kind of elegance! and hahahah: so: a joint sigh underpinning the unspoken though perfunctory goal of gently returning to serious issues. Such as his plans. Back to Doña Zulema’s question, regarding the store.
“Well, as I said, I’m loaded with money and thinking about starting a business here in Sacramento.”
“What kind of business?”
“I don’t know, but that’s what I’m thinking about.”
“You could help me expand my shop.”
“Yes, I could.”
“Take your time to consider my proposal. All I can say is that if we work together we’ll have the number-one grocery store in town. But take your time, I mean: till tomorrow. What do you think?”
“Seems like a good idea, but first I have to discuss it with Renata. I want to know what she thinks.”
Wash again. Get decked out in clothes that fit well … then … Now we come to a domestic innovation: Doña Zulema had bought a huge cedar barrel that looked like a round bathtub, into which, butt first and by minimally contorting his folded body, the big guy fit like a charm. On his first try. Though before that came a disconcerting event: ambulatory adult nudity, only his—what’s the big deal? as he was the apocryphal son, he could do this and much more: and therefore: a moment of precarious delicacy: reflections paving the way toward the prospect of a local business that hopefully would … Water up to the chest. Overflowing, one could say, with warmth and many hours of sudsy sluggishness. Demetrio had never taken such a relaxing bath, and he felt—because he was enjoying the outdoor chill—like a rhizome, his thoughts vertical and all in a row, all the while observed, out of the corner of her eye, discreetly and despite comings and goings, by … Doña Zulema took advantage of her beloved guest’s stupor to tell him that they had come to her house selling these huge tubs; a couple of men from San Buenaventura (a town near Sacramento): modern traveling salesmen, drivers of a truck with a stake bed full of tubs. This wood artifact was the fruit of a fertile concept: the master bath. And—indeed! a person could remain submerged in the water for hours. Hence to bid farewell to the nuisance of buckets. Now bathing was, indeed, an unparalleled pleasure, as much as shitting or making love … the sensible pleasures of modernity: more and more inventions to come … And the aunt’s comments: Ever since they opened that road, many salesmen have been driving their trucks to Sacramento. On the one hand this is a good thing, but on the other … Well, what I mean is that my sales have gone down. His aunt had taken the correct tack for laying out her plans. Folded and soaped up as he was inside the barrel, Demetrio held forth about the benefits of expanding the grocery store: products, renovations, shams, changing people’s tastes in order to create new motivations for consumption. Their competitors would be those on the road, now in automotive vehicles, and after lavish commentary he managed to spit out a fundamental sentence: I urgently need to buy a truck. This established him firmly on her side, and she flung up her fists in a gesture of victory; verbal flingings followed, along with delectable wordplay, syntactic inversions, a few of which we will spell out: we will live together; we will grow together; jests and largesse, but so many threads must be tied up: which the naked man did when he said that this ambitious project depended (here he goes!) on Renata’s opinion, because knowing that she, as well as her mother, were standing on their last legs with their stationery store, still to determine what could be arranged: to help out there, for instance: that inflated circumstance we know about: ergo: anxiety here: Demetrio: fickle, unsure, frankly lacking clarity … And the elucidating meeting still to come. His sweetheart: a Solomonic judge?
Demetrio’s impeccable attire did not help one bit: snow-white long-sleeved shirt, gray cashmere pants, patent-leather shoes, and an arabesque-style hairdo with loads of pomade. He stood next to the usual bench: he never sat down! Three messenger boys walked by, one of whom he hired for the mission. Finally!: Renata, soldierlike, had to present herself; her commanding lover had summoned her. Beautiful afternoon, with a great deal of glancing at trees, as if to emphasize the surprise. Renata: the obedient automaton stood some seven steps away from her Prince Charming