Lucia looked at Isabel, then at the café desparramado. Without saying a word, it was for a school and a rector and I began to clear it up. His movements were mechanical, but his eyes were filled with a contained fury. When she finished, she went to the luxurious Expreso cafeteria, which Valeria had forbidden Isabel to take. I prepared a coffee, the strong and delicious aroma filling the air. He served it to Isabel in a fine porcelain cup and drank it.
“Tome, señora,” he whispered. “Sometimes a good café helps to tolerate the Veneno. It was a small act of rebellion, a gesture that told Isabel that although she was in a golden jaula, she was not completely alone.” Isabel suffered the ladders by clinging to the steps of clean water, as she was the last rescue in a shadowy ocean. His piernas felt weak, gelatinous, and each step was a monumental effort. The attack on the kitchen had vacated it of all strength.
As he closed his heart, he turned the pestle and went to the door, breathing agitatedly. If she felt like a fugitive in her life, she would be a prisoner in a prison. He walked towards the great wind that led to the garden, looking for a little air, but when he tried to open it, he discovered that his hand was caught or closed with the key, an insignificant detail that at that moment felt like a perfect metaphor for his situation. Atrapada, sin escapatoria. The feeling of claustrophobia was asphyxiating.
You need to connect with someone real, with someone who will record that your life has never always been so cruel and cruel. He curled up next to his old piece of cardboard and stole his box of treasures. he felt himself in the ground ignoring the gentleness of the shade and opened it above his boy. The color of Madeira will see the paper I watched as I transported it another time. I first knew the blue summer zapatito that I had worn for Alejandro when he was a baby.
It was so small that it fit in the palm of his hand. He recorded his torpedoes playing with his teachers, the illusion of feeling his fingers on the other side. On the side, place the old pulse switch on it. It didn’t work after decades, but you could still feel the heat of your skin in the gassed metal. He recorded his strong hands, his snoring laughter and the immense void that came when he was gone. Alejandro was the only one who wanted her, the continuation of her love.
Here is the photo of the primary school graduation with the chimuelo and proud little boy. and the trouble of the sun. Each object was an ancla, a record of a life of sacrifices and of a love so vast that no limits were known. It was love that filled her with sudden and fiery fury. How did this woman take pictures of everything she represented? How did you try to enjoy the only light in your life? The impulse was stronger than reason.
Tomó on mobile. It couldn’t go on like this. Alejandro wanted to know the truth. I wanted to open my eyes. On Pulgar temblaba while looking for contact in the agenda. If I found out about the ringing button, my heart was released with a clear force. Please note that, Isabel, I said it in a whisper. Por tu hijo. He must know how to go home with this class of energy. But a more frisky and fearful voice responded to her in her head. And if you don’t believe me, and if Valeria, with your crocodile tears and your well-thought minds, the conviction that you’re here, that they are heavenly in a street that you won’t want to be alone with, you’ll lose it.
He will take you away from his house and his life, he will ask you without anything, completely alone and he will leave you with her, always together. The dilemma was breaking down from within. I was about to press the button, to risk it all in one desperate act when the phone panel lit up with a notification. It was a mensaje from Alejandro. He opened it. It was a photograph. Alejandro and Valeria are standing in a jewelery room, both sleeping in the room. In Valeria’s belly shone a ring of compromise even bigger and brighter than the one she had.
Debajo de la foto, un text. Hello, mama. Valeria and I decided to proceed with the purchase of the Argollas. Isn’t she beautiful? We are looking for the symbol of our eternal happiness. Thank you for always supporting us and for asking so much. It’s worth it. We love you. The message was a brutal blow aimed at the heart. Every word of happiness, every word of love that Valeria was a story of earth above her hopes. I see the photo, the radiant and undeniable happiness in the face of my son.
I see how I looked at Valeria. I live the future that was chosen, a future in which she, Isabel, was just a spectator. Telling the truth now wouldn’t be an act of salvation, it would be an act of destruction. It would be like throwing a bomb in the middle of your paradise. With a soyo, which broke them in the garganta, I had to bring the phone under the shade, I hugged the rods and I had to overcome the pain. No election. Silence was the price of her happiness and as she always had it, she was willing to pay it without asking.
She would wait, endure and become the best actress the world has ever known. Later, one of his gentle blows in the door sacaron his lethargy. It was Lucia with a small band in her hands. Señora, get you some manzanilla tea and some of the biscuits you like. Buy it this morning on the doorstep. Isabel looked at her with her eyes closed by her eyes. Above the band, next to the tea, there was a package of animal biscuits.
I wore and left the band in the month. On voice it was a complicit whisper. Sometimes in this house the parents look and come in many things, lady, but they also have loyal hearts. If you need something, what is, pour out, a jar of water that someone creates for you, no guy to buy me. You are not as alone as you want to hear. Lucia gave her a small and respectful reverence and she was looking for the door with care. Isabel looked at the galletas, a small beacon of goodness in the middle of a cloudy darkness and for the first time in many hours I felt that quizzing them, just quizzing them had a way to survive.
Late he was converted into a silent battle field. Isabel, following Lucia’s non-verbal advice, decided to go to the room. No need to stop being intimidated or remain locked up like a prisoner. He felt himself on one of the individual chairs, a little tired of the main sofa with a book in his gift that he couldn’t read. On mere presence it was an act of desafío. Valeria, who was late planning on shopping by phone, noticed her and her tone of voice became more short.
He picked up the call and headed for Isabel. Go, go, I see that by the end I’ve climbed up from my cueva”, I say, examining her as she arrives at the bottom. “Have you passed the morning pills or do we need to take some more of your treasures to the bottom to get the rules?” Isabel raised the sight of the book, on mirada signatures “This is also my son’s house, Valeria. I just want to be here.” Isabel’s calm enraged Valeria more than any other spirit.
Keep close to what I allow you to have. Don’t forget it. Now, if you do me the favor of not disturbing the environment with your martyrdom air, I will appreciate it. I’m trying to have an enjoyable time. Just at this moment he asked for Alejandro’s drink. Valeria’s transformation was instantaneous and mysterious. On the rostrum he was softened. His posture was relaxed and a sweet melancholy expression appeared on his faces. When Alejandro entered the door, Valeria seemed like a holy saint.
“Mi amor, llegaste”, I say, running to your arms. But instead of drinking it, he put his head back on his chest and sighed dramatically. Alejandro, worried, pulled it apart a little to look at it at his beloved. ¿Qué pasa, mi vida? Why is this dear? Valeria looked at where Isabel was and then looked at how she would see her work. It’s nothing, truth be told, just what you can’t do with your mother. With my mother, where are you? No, she’s not there at all, Valeria moaned in her dark voice at the edge of the coconut’s tears.
This is what doesn’t happen. I tried to talk to her, to animate her. I’ll offer you to take it with me to buy. I asked Lucia to prepare her favorite tea, but I brought everything. Don’t let me look at you. I know I don’t care, Alejandro. The fact that she hates me and that I’m in this house makes her unhappy. Y yo yo can’t stand it. It was an Oscar-worthy performance. I presented myself to Isabel as the passive aggressor and she was also like the dejected victim who only wanted to give love.
Alejandro, completely engaged, turned to his mother, a mixture of confusion and frustration on his beak. Mamá, why? Why are you talking to Valeria? She only wants to ask you, ser tu amiga. If he lives to wait for you and you regret it. Don’t worry. Isabel asked without words. The fit was perfect. Anything I said would sound like an excuse or an attack. Hi, isn’t this the case, please, can’t you decide something you don’t feel?
Valeria interrupted her with a loud voice in soyosos fakes. Está bien, lo entiendo. I am not the daughter who hoped for her son, but I love him and for the love of him I will bear his contempt in silence. I will learn to live with him. Había stuffed on fiction. He had taken Isabel’s real satisfaction and felt it like a disgrace. Alejandro, his heart broken by the pain of his promise, embraced her with force. No, my love, you can’t bear anything.
Here is an angel. Mamá, don’t know what happens to you, but this must change. I’m doing harm to the woman I love. Isabel felt how they had hit a bullet in their chest. On his own boy, on his adoration, he was taking her back to defend his green man. No, he tried to say, but his voice was lost. Sufficient, I say Alejandro. It’s worth it, my love, I don’t want more. I want to show you how much your effort and enormous courage are worth it. He put his hand in the bag of his sack and sacked the box of blue fur that Isabel knew about.
He ate in front of Valeria. An absurdly theatrical scene. I bought you this today as a surprise, but now I feel that it is more necessary than ever, I open the box to reveal the dazzling diamond collar. For the most generous, patient and most noble woman in the world, so that no dudes of whom I see you here are and how much are you worth. Valeria Jadeó, the tears drying carefully to give way to an expression of ecstasy. Alejandro is perfect. I put the collar on her and she threw it on her arms giving her a wide and greedy bite.
It was a beso de position, an act of marking the territory. And while their lips devoured Alejandro’s eyes, their eyes opened and locked in Isabel’s eyes. When the drink ended, Valeria rose radiantly, touching the joys that held her breast. I walked to Isabel, who followed paralyzed into the hall. I leaned forward and in a whisper that only she could hear, I told her, “The joys become better when they are rewarded with the tears of others.” “Thanks for the gift, dear.” Luego, in a high voice for Alejandro to hear, added, “It’s true that with time we will grow much better.
Only if you need a little effort from your part. If God turns it and removes Alejandro’s hand as he smiles. Isabel stands alone with the echo of Valeria’s laughter in her eyes and the sparkle of the imaginary diamonds quenching her skin. The manipulation must be total. No one will just humiliate her and I left, until now, in the eyes of his son, the blame for all the unhappiness in that house was she.
The mansion, which was a hostile territory for Isabel, was now the center of operations of a war that was not hers. Valeria was kept on the phone day and night, on her phone a constant gentleman who coordinated the floral arrangements, tasting menus and the guest list, a lethargy of important calls that Isabel never heard of. One morning, while Isabel was trying to enjoy a moment of peace in the garden, Alejandro turned to her, his face lit up with emotion.
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