The beautiful Del Biombo reacted like individuals with a lot of mug to educated people, that is, transferring the fault to the other and taking offense: “Do you have that idea of me?
Who do you take me for?
I just try to be kind and nice to everyone."
It is a tactic that usually works quite well, but Brendán Godínez was not fooled at first.
He insisted, and she made the mistake of asking if the display of thighs was part of the sympathy.
“I don't dress like this for anyone, not even for you.
What century do you Spaniards live in?
You are impossible.
In addition, I see many girls who are like me or more uncovered”.
It was true, and for Godínez it was unbearable to see himself branded old, he had always considered himself an advance.
He had no choice but to apologize.
“Sorry, but there are Spaniards who do not understand sympathy in a beautiful woman.
They take it for something else, and the interpretation they make creates insecurity for me.
That, and our limitations, lead me to think that you do not love me, that I am a summer entertainment.
Catherine del Biombo was shower in these conflicts and knew what he meant.
She also knew that Brendán was not wrong and that she, on this occasion, had gotten away with it but she should not abuse her.
“What do you say, I am crazy about you, and to prove it to you, we will end the limitations.
But first I have to tell you something that no one else knows, and then you'll understand why I can't get pregnant."
She told him that three years ago, in her country, she had conceived, and that, with infinite doubts, since she was very Catholic, she had aborted under pressure from the begetter.
When she went to confess her great sin, she found that the priest refused to give her absolution and forbade her to take communion again, since she was excommunicated indefinitely.
She was such a believer that she had continued to do so in other parishes in the area, stealthily adding another sin to herself each time.
Brendán listened to her astonished, and if when he met her he had blessed his fate, now he cursed it: “How can it be that, among the millions of Americans, I have been blessed, and of the same religion that has devastated these lands for centuries? ", stated.
She understood that Del Biombo was not compatible with him, and she looked for flaws in him.
He thought her splendid breasts were a bit too large, and that with age they would risk becoming fearsome basketballs.
He watched her as she ate: she did not reach that vulgarity of Madame Bovary's husband, who traced with his tongue the bits of food that had remained between his teeth, but he saw that from time to time he gave, with the inside of his lips , a kind of kiss on the incisors, which seemed to him in bad taste.
From the beginning he had realized that he did not dress very well, but he also told himself that, except for future anatomical evolution, the rest was correctable.
He would give her suitable clothes, as soon as he found out her size.
The truth is that he was overcome with desire, so he bought condoms, and once he was alone with her in bed, he held them up and showed them to her as if they were a string of garlic to ward off the vampire.
Even so, Del Biombo made him swear that she "would get out on time", to make sure of her.
And since men are capable of swearing to anything under these circumstances, she willingly consented.
And he complied, complied to the letter.
With so many precautions, preliminaries and promises torn, the long-awaited coitus did not seem like such a big deal.
He was also bothered by the contradiction that Catherine would lend herself to these practices, being so virtuous herself.
A few days later she left for a three-week course in Santander.
They spoke on the phone daily, except when the young woman was unreachable, most nights.
After three or four days without communication,
Del Biombo told her that she was very worried because her period hadn't come, that in her case it visited her punctually like a station clock.
“The change of country and diet influences these irregularities”, he reassured her and he reassured himself.
“And besides, we take all the precautions.”
“
Well, you never know”
, she replied.
They spoke indistinctly in Spanish and English, a language in which Brendán, the son of a diplomat and budding diplomat, was conversant.
But he became distressed, and at that time his first gray hair appeared on his temples (he was 30 years old).
He nervously waited for the conclusion of that course.
During the rest of the stay Catherine did not call him nor did he find her, and when she returned she was able to ask him about it, Del Biombo replied that in Santander there was group life, teachers and students;
they would go for a drink after dinner and dance;
she wasn't going to become the spoilsport.
"This country of yours really knows how to have fun," he concluded with nonchalance.
Then Brendán was interested in the delay.
"There we continue," was her disturbing response.
And he added with sudden gravity: "We would have to think about what to do, just in case."
“Oh, and what can you think of, just in case?”
Del Biombo kissed his teeth.
"Will you marry me?"
It hadn't even crossed Brendan's mind,
and suddenly he felt more overwhelmed than attracted.
And he thought: “Whoa.
What Benet or what dead child ”.
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