Copyright 2013 Camincha
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As Time Goes By
VIEW? What view?
New to San Francisco, the view of
the city extending to the edge of the ocean outside the Porter’s, Etienne’s
landlords, second floor, main bedroom window on Mercedes Street in the
Ingleside district, didn’t mean a thing to her. What was important and kept
Mimi, nineteen, full of questions, expectations, was the view of her life ahead
forming in her mind, her heart, her body.
He is so good looking, in Miraflores they might never have met. Their
age difference, five years, he would have been around women that would know how
to act, how to respond. Mimi had said no to every guy who asked her to go
steady. When her best girlfriend asked, why? What are you afraid of, Mimi? He
might want to kiss Mimi had answered. When she told Etienne he looked deep into
her eyes with curiosity, surprise, disbelieve. You mean...you’ve never kissed.
. .? he exclaimed.
It is very nice, Mimi said to the slight, stooped figure. The grey
blue eyes smiled with appreciation that deepened the furrows on her face as she
held her gaze on Mimi’s brown eyes, moist- carmine-sensuous lips, curly hair
glistening in the intense July sun. It hurts to look at so much beauty, energy,
sensuality. This exotic teenager. Like a dahlia flower, the woman thought and
turned to lead the way out of the room.
MIMI, BILLY AND
Willy had made the trip from Perú to Portland on the Yaraví, a ship with
several stops, whose precious cargo included raw materials from the mines in
the Peruvian mountains. They became best friends. Then the three traveled by
Greyhound to California.
Aboard the ship there had been
entertaining, informative after dinner sessions where plans, jokes, stories
went round and round the table. Mimi mostly just smiled and listened. So much
to learn!
One favorite topic was the United
States open immigration quota to Perú that inflamed the minds of many,
adventurous young and old, to try their luck away from family and friends. But, let’s just face it, someone pointed
out one evening, USA wants our materia
prima, our minerals. That’s why they are being so nice to Perú. And of course
our politicians are only too happy to sell to them.
On the light side, there were fun
snapshot sessions on deck, for which the officers loaned their caps to the
girls who coquettishly tipped them over one eye before they smiled at the
camera. Boating outings to ports of call. Unlimited use of typewriters. Some of
the passengers took to writing letters, diaries, poetry. The First Lieutenant
offered to teach Mimi how to type.
The First Lieutenant forty-two, slender, dark asked her, you didn’t
know the officers quarters were different than the passengers? Let me show you.
Mimi felt his hand burning hers and took a step back. Gave up his typewriting
lessons when she felt his breath burning her neck. Mimi had heard: married has
five children. Regular “Don Juan.”
Mimi’s father had instructed her
to go to the Peruvian Consulate in San Francisco soon as she arrived and to
keep in touch with them: If anything
happens to you they will notify me right away. Give this letter to the Consul, Lizardi.
Him and I were best friends when we were at the Peruvian Embassy in La Paz. Mimi
dutifully went to deliver his letter. Mimi, Billy and Willy walked into the
suite on Montgomery Street. A receptionist escorted them to an office where a
young diplomat, the Cultural Attaché, got up from his desk to greet them. The
handsome red- head, smiled, Good
afternoon.
Mimi, all bright eyes, pearly
teeth, exuding animal energy, smiled at him: Hello, good afternoon I am here to see the Consul. Sparks flew
between them. Never finished the sentence. Surprised, pointed to a
silver-framed photo on his desk and exclaimed, those are the Morellis.
I am Morelli. They are my parents, handsome, redhead answered,
smiling amused.
They live around the corner from my house. Mimi insisted, amazed.
She had just left Miraflores and here was someone who used to live around the
block from her!
What street?
Juan Fanning. Mimi smiled.
Right! Right! We live in Colón.
A bond was born between them.
The magic had spread to Billy and
Willy. They smiled, a conspiratorial look in their eyes.
Handsome had taken in the bright
eyes and sensuous lips. Smiling, his light brown eyes set on Mimi, he let the
sparks go right through him. That moment frozen in time became theirs forever.
Later he would say to her: I treasure the
memory of the girl you were that afternoon. Years later he would add, why can’t you be that girl for me now?
Handsome became her first date. Taught her to dance, taught her to
kiss, to enjoy sex, to want sex. How to use her body to please a man. To
whisper sweet nothings while playing with his earlobe to make him want her.
With him, Mimi became a woman.
cont. next week.
