Eusebio still undecided when it came to crossing the road heading towards Hope and Yolaina from New Guinea, about Sardina river. An hour before had visited his friend Julian, forced by the gale that had befallen him. I saw blurry, about thirty yards away, sitting on the porch of the house. It was Saturday and had finished Socolar ten blocks in the foothills west of the mountains where he had his plot, after a week of work. The Overcoat distilled water, the horse nodded cold, wet hands trembled, his jaw shivered and decided to visit for clears.
- Go ahead buddy! Julian said as he entered the door shut.
- class downpour, like a flood! "Said Eusebio the horse down, removing his cloak to cover the saddle.
- Sit friend, on the bench, "he said Julian, rose from his chair and offered him half of Caballito. That was hot! "He added.
a drink he drank half of the half and stretched his legs without spitting. We talked about the work that was done, planting plans and was headed to party in the canteen of Zapote in New Guinea, while another half-open Julian.
- friend, at his age it's time to find a good woman Julian said, adding, after a drink - you have accumulated rut, you need a good woman, one that is yours alone and for this to take away those neighing stallion locked.
- I'm in the forties, my friend replied. At this point I find it difficult to find as you say.
- Look for one that takes over you, who cares. When you reach my age you will realize that nothing is gained by hanging out with these bitches of Zapote, "said Julian by passing average.
still in doubt and thirsty for booze, Eusebio thought about what his friend had told Julian, leased the horse and headed for New Guinea. Passing over the river waters Sardina had not receded and quickened his pace. Came to the bar and ordered a half. The women in the bar he was treated as always, struck out their favorite songs and one of them sat at his side. He drank half the woman, but the words of Julian disturbed him. Requested account and other media, saying goodbye to the astonished women. "You are right my friend, I'll go where Dona Magda, thought rushing the passage of the horse.
Magda was a widow full of charm that made his living making tortillas and bagels. His house was located near the canteen, doubling the poultry house toward the area two. Her husband was killed in the war and left with three children, two little boys under them and a daughter, Carmen, who was eighteen. Brunette, long hair, thin lips in his mouth a little girl, big black eyes, full of grace, good manners and working with her in the art of baking things that allowed them to survive.
When Eusebio arrived, the widow was alone. Carmen walked the kids and leaving orders for their customers. Received him as whenever he visited the house, politely. He sat on a stool near the widow who was cleaning the hallway. Eusebio took the average back pocket and took a slight sip. Magda peeled a mango, it rodajeo, Pring salt and said, "so as not to drown!"
- 're so charming, Magda, I want you to take a drink with me, "passing average.
- Don Eusebio, who dare, you know I never took. With a drink bit me.
- Now I have something to tell me choking walk for several days and you must be one for which is not affected.
- If so, you send.
Magda always thought Eusebio visits were by his daughter Carmen and that never came in shy. She looked a bit older man, but in the end it was an honest man and worker, but to the actual waste their tricks to walk with women in the bar, but it could be ruled manejadito.
Eusebio told the story of his life, his adventures, his life as a male chest hair, from the time he walked in the war, their bravery and courage, if male zappy, respect who has earned nearly blows and work until Magda interrupted.
- Eusebio Well, now let story and say once and for all what they want.
- Look, is not drunk, this I have thought this. I want to marry me!
- How? You and me? Not the Carmen?
The widow was excited to see him and tears streamed from his eyes, while Eusebio huddled on his shoulders.
- Today we're going where the father Julio to take us as God's blessing demand, "said Eusebio stroking her hair.
- But Eusebio!
- Is not that how you would like?
- Yes, but go to tender. Wait for Carmen and the kids come, alert you to my midwife Julia, I ready. With the deceased was different, you know, the heat of youth.
- You have then.
guapirolazo They threw another and made plans for happy Eusebio wanted to marry as soon as possible. Rubber boot pulled a plastic bag with a roll of bills of fifty dollars, they are offered but she refused to accept them in disgust, saying they were not yet married and that she had her realitas saved.
- Did you think I was with the Carmen ? Well, I'll be honest and you'll be my wife as God intended. My compadre Julian riveting live me I should get me a good woman, I never thought of marrying. He always says that I suffer from lack of rutting accumulated a woman to me alone, I should get married and is the truth. I've thought a lot, I'm going forty and I'm tired of walking with women cantina. If I married a chick like Carmen the mule I get the mask because I'm jealous and I can imagine the farrowing, the zipotera crybaby, wimp and, ultimately, would have to live mimándola and enduring. But the thing with you is different, I'll win because it is me who you are pampered and nobody is going to go falling in love. What I want is an old woman like you to give me peace and quiet, because you're making money working and you're still good. What to ask for more!
Magda listened carefully. He stood looking at him, trembling with nerves and arrechura. Eusebio noticed the change when he was approached with the broom handle tightly.
- See how nice! Is that what I want, animal? To walk you care for me to wash and cook you to take hold. What I'm old and nobody is going to fix me? Andá go to the mirror in the room and you see the snout of a horse that you have. Valentine I have plenty! You do not know to treat a real woman, only to foxes Zapote. You're going from here! I do not replace any helmet in this house!
Eusebio had never seen him so angry, left the hall, mounted the horse and his turn said: "It is true, I'm a horse! The shit every bit and open up to you! "While Magda was angry with her gestures to give broom.
Ronald A. Hill
Hill
New Guinea, RAAS
Monday, May 9 from 2011
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