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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 28, 2006 11:53:25 GMT
I shrug my shoulders a little at the i'm sorry from Jack. My slender body shocking a little "es aceptable, muerte es inevitable" it's okay, death is inevitable.
I wish I believe my own words but right now I just don't. I don't understand why Marcello left me, I don't understand why Dios had to take him away from me aswell. It is just not fair, this is unfair.
But how can I start whining to a stranger ? A simple helpful stranger? He will think that I'm loca for spilling out my feelings just like that. He will see me like the rest of the town sees me, La viude triste Y compasión the sad and pitiable widow
I glance inside my house at the last box "Si, one more" I answer his question and I point at the third box inside the livingroom. 'tienen que ir a un almacenaje en ciudad" they have to go to a storage in town I tell him and then I think about it. I need his help. I can't carry these back to town by myself, and he seems willing to help.. maybe if I pay him for it?
"¿me ayudarás?" Will you help me? "I will pay" I add in english and I smile at Jack a little. I don't have THAT much money but a couple of peso's (? .. guess they don't have euro's yet hehehe) I could miss, or I could offer him something to eat and drink afterwards..
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Post by Jacky on Nov 28, 2006 19:42:23 GMT
I consider it, glancing back towards the town. It's not like I had any other plans today. The town seems pretty dull and lifeless. Not a single bar was open before.
Besides... walking away from this woman is one of the last things on me mind. So I nod, but I decline her offer to pay me for it. "Yo lo haré como un favor." Take it as a favour. I give her a goldtoothed grin, "It's no problem."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 28, 2006 19:47:46 GMT
I smile at him, a true meaningful smile 'Muchos gracias' I tell him and I wallk off the veranda towards him 'I'll walk with you' I offer. Since I know where the stuff should be put and he doesn't it seems only logical that I walk along. Besides, this way I have something else to do then sit at home and stare at nothing, being sad all the time. I want to feel happy again, or at least alive and thankful for the sun shining again. I want to be cheared up and maybe this stranger can do that for me ? He has stories I'm sure, something else to talk about then my sorrows.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 28, 2006 20:00:11 GMT
I lift the box up and we start our way. As we walk I glance aside to her, inspecting her movements. She moves with a certain grace to it. I bet she never had to work *hard* for her money. Her clothing tells me she's not extraordinary wealthy, but I'm sure she's not lowclass like the avarage woman I come across. And her clothing is all dark, expressing the mourning she's in. I assume her husband didn't die *long* ago. She's only now throwing out his things, after all.
I shift the weight of the box in me arms, "Dígame así," I pause, "Algo acerca de usted mismo." I grin, inquiring about her. Tell me something about yourself.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 28, 2006 20:27:40 GMT
As I walk along with Jack I sometimes help him with keeping up the box. Our hands sometimes touch and as weird as it sounds it gives me a strange feeling in my stomac. An unexpected but not unpleasant feeling.
I quickly concentrate on his question and I look ahead of me as we walk together "¿cuál hay decir?" what's there to tell? I start, a little shy at first. "I live here all my life, married at the age of twenty.. I teach children.." I mumble, trying to look for the right words. "Soy profesor" I finally say I'm a teacher"
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Post by Jacky on Nov 28, 2006 20:34:42 GMT
"Ah." An interesting detail to be asked, if I want to stick with me plan: "¿Tiene usted cualquiera? Do you have any?"
Under the cover of chit-chat I glance aside to her curiously. If she's been married since she was twenty it's not unlikely. But it would certainly set back my intentions for tonight by far, which would be deeply regretable.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 28, 2006 20:43:44 GMT
"¿niños?" children ? "no' I answer and I look down at the ground. Well that is just great, going from one bad subject to the other. This just isnt my day to start and become happy now is it ?
"mi hijo murió hace cuatro años" I answer slowly my son died four years ago "He was was four, died of an pneumonia" I answer his question 'such sad stories, no fun to tell'
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Post by Jacky on Nov 28, 2006 20:48:29 GMT
Judging the the look on her face I really have a knack for asking the right questions today. In the meanwhile we reached the storage place where she wanted to bring the boxes, and I set the one I carried here down with the other stuff. I whipe my hands over eachother, as I return my gaze back to her face. So sad. And yet so incredibly captivating.
"Lo siento. Otra vez." I apologize again.
I shrug my shoulders, not averting my eyes from hers. "Permití mí lo haga hasta usted.." Allow me to make it up to you. "A drink?" I suggest.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 28, 2006 21:01:12 GMT
I give him a melancholic smile. He is sweet, I don't know why this young man is being so sweet to me but it does feel good, I need it. "It's okay" I say when he apologizes again "And no, I won't let you" I grin a little "Let's take a break for a drink and something to eat back at my place, Insisto" I insist "you've been such a great help already, I want to pay you somehow" I tell him, not taking no for an answer
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Post by Jacky on Nov 28, 2006 21:05:02 GMT
And it's far beyond my attention to give her a 'no', by all means! I grin, gold teeth shimmering from the back of my mouth. And I give her a short nod. "Bueno." I agree. Knowing the way back to her house by now, we walk side to side until we reach it.
The effort of dragging that box into town seems to be repaying itself quite well already.
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