ME ESCAPE THE DAY HOME
(A LITTLE HISTORY ... TO ENTERTAIN THE COMPLICATED ratites AN EVENING OF ONE WEEKEND WHEN THE SUMMER AND FAREWELL TO U.S.. AND .... GOOD JOB TO REMEMBER ...)
My mother said Zurriola Doña Pepita's eyes were gone. The first time I heard that word I thought I did not understand and imitate the eyes of Dona Pepita about to see.
came one day every other also to explain to my mother commented on the street gossip with the excuse of a formal visit to inquire about his health, he said, or any other excuse to not even come to the case but there was almost daily sitting in the lounge chair in the company of my mother while listening to gossip and stories explained. That afternoon
knocked and entered with his usual hubbub, greeting those who saw and who is not at the same tempo and cried like talking to deaf. Was time to look at her carefully. Figure was plump, fatty meats, had a special face, like a naughty girl despite her, certainly more than sixty years. Dressed and combed out of fashion of the moment, I felt like a old chrome. Dyed-blond curls to Shirley Temple child gave him a very hard to fit, however, his figure as a whole was not unpleasant. Then I noticed his eyes to give an understanding to the phrase of my mother: "... Doña Pepita Zurriola eyes are gone ..." Yes His eyes were like two round balls where the pupils seemed to want to escape out of their sockets in search of an outlet on the side opposite the tear. My mother was right. Dona Pepita Zurriola Yes, his eyes were gone.
This lady friend of my mother, was a nephew of about 18 or 20 years that me, my fourteen beautiful springs then I looked like a nerd reputation. Abobo, fearful, timid in excess ... Came into our house in the hands of his Aunt Dona Pepita, took off his cap and kept it in his hands in a continuous rotation without knowing what to do with it and to make matters worse, José-Miguel Zurriola, such was the fool, had inherited his aunt's eyes gone. But, oh, mysteries of nature!, José-Miguel Zurriola had an impressive figure. Tall, shapely, athletic, just right, beautiful and masculine gait when he observed without treatment, in love, and for that reason, more of a marriageable girl of that time, he burst into sighs for the nephew of Doña Pepita . And that fact had overwhelmed the aunt of a satisfaction which, with much cunning, trying to get a good match.
Here I will explain, roughly, the economic and social situation of aunt and nephew, to make the story more coherently explained. Dona Pepita was widowed at quite a few years, a wealthy businessman who held the title of "Baron", "thing that she loved to show off a thousand and one ways," and imposed the obligation to care for her nephew, an orphan father and mother from about the time of her widowhood. But Doña Pepita, much given to display and pretend that he had, soon ran out the legacy of late husband and, little by little, stayed with the fairest to survive until, at last, the only reason presumption was the title of "Baroness" inherited from his now defunct spouse. This was the reason why, this particular friend of my mother, wanted to marry well to his beloved nephew, that is, make a good marriage for money, although this expression seems to me, and I've always thought of as vulgar, it is most suitable for use in this case.
The point is, that afternoon when Doña Pepita most uproar came to my house, one of those coincidences I was in the hallway at the time of its entry into the room and saw the scene and hear the conversation thanks to having inadvertently left ajar the door of the room.
Early words I stopped listening. My mother, very flattering, had offered him a seat at her friend and this greedy voice, said:
Dona Rosa, would be for me an enormous pleasure to intermarry with you. My nephew José-Miguel is hardworking, intelligent and very willing to play any help in the office of her husband .... y. .. you know ... He will, in future, the title of Baron. These shrewd words were accompanied by a strong jolt of the fan never abandoned both winter and summer and began to be furious blows air into the chest through the tool but the cool weather did not make it necessary. I listened
bowlegged. Have you offered to booby Jose-Miguel a position in the firm of my father? I could not believe what was happening to my mother to get to those limits? We all knew the few lights of the nephew of Dona Pepita ... folly size was not possible ... and stay tuned.
"Well ... I talk to my husband," my mother a bit dubious, because ... clear ... José-Miguel has not completed his law studies ...- (or never end, I thought) - y. .. well ... may be to wait for Emma to grow a little more to celebrate the marriage between her and Jose-Miguel ....
not get to hear more. My mind was closed to any argument, I stayed silent, static, and something like ... clouded ... Emma was me! They organized my wedding with Jose-Miguel nerd and I did not know! Then I understood how my mother could also greed, wanted the title of nobility from entering the family ... I came to understand such terror that I thought only one thing: escape. He had to leave so I will not ever find, and without thinking about it, I began to prepare the trip. At night, when silence was made at home, I went to the kitchen, I made a pouch used for the purchase, a few blocks, a good piece of bread and a chunk of cheese. (I had always read that globetrotter ate cheese, bread and wine) so I took from the cupboard a bottle of what seemed like a white wine and with this in the bag, jumped into the yard through the window, I climbed a small bank where were placed a potted geraniums and gripped the edge of the wall, I drive, I started to straddle and jumped into the street. I ran to the outskirts of the city not knowing which way to go, I just wanted to get away as much as possible. Near our house, where already completed buildings, there stood a small hill known to all as "the montiquín" and directed my steps towards it. From that place, everything was scattered bush and a house between valley and valley. I do not remember the time of my career, but there came a time, hunger and cold, forced me to stop. I sat under a huge chestnut tree, I opened my bag to mitigate the complaints of my stomach with the cheese and bread as dryness of mouth led me to find a liquid to quench thirst, uncorked the bottle full of wine I thought white but alas! Viscous oil flavor made me spit. In the rush to escape, had mistaken a bottle of oil with white wine. At that moment all my courage broke down and I even thought that, perhaps, not be so bad to marry José-Miguel. With tears despair in the eyes, I fell asleep under the tree until a light woke me up. A lantern lit up my face and blinded me, but beyond the light rays can see the shadow of a civil guard cocked hat. I had found! And I wept with a sense of calm and anger mix.
Well this is the silly story of my trip. Then ... I can not remember what happened but no further mention of my marriage to José-Miguel timid. I continued my studies at the Catholic school a half-board and I did not see the nephew of Dona Pepita Zurriola until the day of my mother's funeral, a lot of years later. José-Miguel
appeared with his wife and gave us their condolences to all, including my husband. He had married a girl from a family of new rich to whom the title of the Baroness to her daughter proud. I watched in silence as he remembered the day of my flight home for the tremendous terror which made me think about the remote possibility of a marriage with him and could not help smiling. The twist of life! "I thought. And how easily they develop the facts so that everything and everyone, to take its place. What others are anecdotes. Never forget the oil drain believed that yellow liquid that was a good white wine! But maybe it was better that way. The real stories always have the best outcome, which corresponds to each destination.
Indeed. José-Miguel Zurriola still had his eyes gone, just like her aunt Dona Pepita, which now, nobody remembers. MAGDA.
(These characters I have crossed, with enough differences to write a new novel entitled "TWO LIVES" The truth is I do not know when will end. But that is)
