In the neighborhood when night falls in summer from the open windows you can hear the sound of the news and the dishes and cutlery being collected after dinner. Also some stray cat that looks for a cat so as not to spend the night alone or defend his territory among the garbage cans. A little later the streets come to life here and there the laughter and voices of young people break out as they go out in groups to disperse in the bars terraces or parks of the neighborhood there is no shortage of altercations either. As if a truce had been broken the lights and sirens of fire engines police cars and ambulances are imposed across the streets. Sometimes you hear the conversation of someone talking on his cell phone and some nights you hear the whistle of a lover going to meet his beloved. Suddenly screams were heard coming from a house. Doña Herminia was in the kitchen when she heard the cries and pleas of her neighbor. First she put her hand to her heart then she bit the rag that she had in her other hand to keep from screaming.
Once again María José her young neighbor was the victim of sexist abuse by her husband. The walls were thin too. She asked him not to hurt her howling in pain begging for her daughters. Doña Herminia suffered for María José for the girls and she was remorseful for her cowardice for the fear that paralyzed her intention to go and put an end to that infamy. She prayed for the girls that it would end soon that it was just a UAE Phone Number nightmare and had not really happened. Tears appeared in her tired eyes and ran down her cheeks. This agitation was not good for her heart she sat down on the kitchen stool. Doña Herminia was a widow supportive loved and respected by the entire Aluche neighborhood. She had a daughter who died as a teenager during the hard post-war period now the young women of the neighborhood workers wives mothers some brave most resigned some defeated all all became his daughters. Doña Herminia paid attention now she only listened to the silence broken by María José's light moans.
She waited for the door to close. Paco slammed the door when he went out onto the street he took a deep breath lit a cigarette and at a slow pace sticking out his chest he went to Diego's bar to have a couple of cognacs and relax. Then he headed to the car. He took off and got lost among the streets of the neighborhood. He was going down Avenida de los Poblados to take the road to Toledo when he heard sirens. "These guys are going home damn it" he thought. There was little traffic but he didn't speed up much so as not to attract attention. Then he gave free rein to what he had in his head the adrenaline and the cognac helped him. «Fuck who is she to tell me that she shouldn't go out with my friends that she shouldn't go out drinking with them? Well with my friends and with the friends of “Ecstasy of the Parrot” he was amused by the nuance. But now he was only interested in Nadya who he had told her was short for Nadezhda. Nadya was not the first “waitress” at the Club that Paco had gotten close to. Her infatuations lasted a while until she once again entered "fresh meat" into the Club. The “Ecstasy of the parrot” was before arriving in Illescas in the area that he had assigned in the company where he worked.
發表於 2024-3-9 18:31:55
