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Later
on, he became the perfect host. Served coffee and muffins which filled the room
with their delicious aroma. Alba also noticed how comfortable the place was.
And how the bathroom was spotless and smelled of, cinnamon? Well, most
pleasant. They talked. He took the lead putting her at ease. He told her about
his business, real state. The work? She didn’t have to concern herself about it.
And he made a gesture with his hand to indicate that it was of no importance.
He took her to lunch. The street, filled her senses with contrasting
colors, noise, people, smells agitated by the gentle breeze blowing from the
Pacific. Blue skies. Sunshine. The
kind of day that movies are made of so the world will think, Oh yes, San
Francisco, always sunny in California. What a contrast with the quiet
little island they had been in all morning. In the afternoon he
initiated their love making again. Let’s climaxed together, he whispered. They
didn’t. But, no matter, it was good. No, better than the morning. They fell
asleep in each other’s arms. At five o’clock, they were ready to leave, smiling
he handed her an envelope.
She
opened it at home. It contained the full day’s pay.
Alba’s
friends were delighted, a small part-time, and the room rented!
Encouraged, decided to set up job interviews for her. She met several
interesting persons. Men. They praised her being fluent in English and Spanish.
But when they found out the salary she expected, they had only promises, If
this or that position opens. We will keep you in mind. Meantime the balance in
her savings account was dwindling. However she did get invited to lunch, dinner
and parties. So it was at a loud, colorful house party that she heard a long
ago known voice whisper in her ear, Alba, how are you?
She
turned ‘round to face him. Oscar!
Can I
get you a drink?
A
Coke, no ice, she smiled.
They
sat and talked. Well, Oscar said, the girl I brought here tonight
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works
as interpreter-translator….
But
that doesn’t pay any…
He
interrupted. It pays very well, minimum twenty five an hour.
Her
eyes got big in delighted surprise.
I’ll
introduce you. She owes me a couple of favors. She’ll help you. Talk to
her. Ask her how to get into that field. Now let’s dance. And at the sound of a
cumbria, they joined the others in the middle of the room.
MONDAY,
ALBA AND Renne, met in San Francisco for lunch. Renee was a delightful woman,
very much in love with Oscar and eager to help Alba. Don’t forget your resume,
were Renee’s last words as they embraced good bye.
Renee
introduced her to the manager of the Costas Institute in San Francisco that had
among many services, an interpreter-translators department.
The
manager, Ina, perhaps mid thirties. Probably British, assumed Alba. Long blonde
hair. In each of her arms wore at least twenty bracelets, of different
materials and colors. Does she take them off? When she makes love? To sleep at
night? When she showers, bathe? Does she leave them on? Alba stared,
smiling.
Ina
caught her look. Amused. Anticipating the question, suddenly spoke to Alba in
Spanish, No. Nunca me los saco!!
Alba,
blurted out, You are Peruvian!
Yes. Miraflores.
We can always tell, ha? The accent gives us away, smiled Ina, Yeah of British
parents. I grew up with English and Spanish, like you.
Can there b any more …….? Both r Peruvians…..Miraflores? Is there a deeper meaning here. & the bracelets………….We r about 2 find……….