simply said that in order for him to live for any length of time in Parras he would need to buy a pickup truck. The mother was happy to help in any way she could, though her son’s savings sufficed (ha!): he bought one in a jiffy (a bit used and without a stake bed) in Torreón, he wouldn’t go to Saltillo even if his life depended on it, and now, indeed: Demetrio’s truck could be counted among the vehicles in Parras. He still had enough money for some boring investment or other. In the meantime let’s imagine him as unemployed by choice. Indecisive and smug or, if you prefer, a perpetual seeker in pursuit of not employment but rather new horizons; the search for plots in outlying areas where he might plant an orchard, that is, when the blessed new beginning … Months passed and there came no decisive move toward either investment or employment.
Be that as it may, Demetrio was up late every night, for a very ad hoc club had opened in that huge town, a place for diversion—a miniature hell whose name lent itself to a thousand interpretations: Centro Social Parrense—but that in essence served as a cantina and a place to play dominoes and billiards into the early hours of the morn. Above all else, decency, for neither women nor children were allowed in, soldiers likewise, though anyway there never were any in the vicinity. Playing relieved tension. The joint, very roomy though quite dark, opened at five in the afternoon and closed at one in the morning; and—careful now!—only four alcoholic drinks per person were allowed. Whether a defense of decency or merely a sham, you still couldn’t get drunk: hence the club’s success, for it had public, as well as municipal, approval, such as it was. In this respect it must be said that the mayor of Parras occasionally went there to spend a few congenial hours shooting pool and dealing dominoes. Also, by the way, it is fitting here to add that the Centro Social Parrense was for members only. That is, one had to pay a rather hefty fee to join, as well as modest monthly dues. By the middle of 1947 it had forty members. Although the monthly dues drove some away, others were always on hand to replace them. Hence a steady number: a few more, a few less: ergo: may more players come, and we’ll see if they last … We mention endurance because soon the under-the-table bets began. Demetrio fell headlong into this so-called trap and began to realize fabulous winnings. He rarely lost. Once, he won two thousand pesos in a week: that was a huge sum in 1947, and with minimal effort. We emphasize the obvious: gaming, especially playing dominoes, was turning into an insurmountable source of income and he, therefore, into a fearsome player, who, undefeated, challenged many: which many took him up on—good thing! let’s play!—whether as trembling contenders or devoted clientele, they never came out ahead. The result: a rather sordid fortune. And now, returning to the quotidian, let’s take a look at his cohabitation with his mother, who never tired of asking him about Renata, to which he responded: My love life is fine. Or: We’re taking a break to think things over. Her mother doesn’t want us to get married. She’s afraid of being left alone. Or: The mother is the obstacle. Or: I promised to go see her in September. By then I’ll know what she’s decided. Or: I’ve written her three letters and she hasn’t answered any of them. Or: It will all be resolved by September, but I think our love is on the right path. Or: Believe me, please. I never give up. Credible pretexts piling up or applied like a poultice that would soon become excessively soggy, for Demetrio showed neither signs of affliction nor the least urgency to travel thither, despite his pickup truck. The truth, awkward because so inexplicable, or rather the mistake of that accursed kiss on the back of her hand, would not be recounted until his mother, with her dose of adult and feminine intuition, would apply sweetly insistent pressure, which she was on the verge of doing, but …
His mother was endeavoring to not upset him. She dared not tell him that it was about time he invested his money if he had no intention of getting a job. Nor did she suggest even subtly that he was depleting