He did not dare to confess that she had also seen him. Several times and in different places, particularly near the neighborhood. Perched among the branches of the tree the old saw them leave with a Pang in the soul. Everyone had forgotten him. His memories returned a night of partying in the chalet, his brother.
Dieguito had just turned a year. Three generations together, forming a great Family as the film. Appetizers, lamb, cakes and marzipan. Beer, wine, champagne and brandy. Too much for anyone.
-Pope, lead us home. Jaime has drunk much. I had to be refused. It was night and I had ice cream. Wind gusts carried with snowflakes. The old led with the son-in-law to the side. Her daughter was going behind with two children. Dieguito had fallen asleep. Between the hands Mununa wore his brother Teddy. -Fell from him, he justified to the great when he recovered from the ground and squeezed against his lap. Curves and wet asphalt. Suddenly, the headlights of a truck in the nocturnal mist. A volantazo to prevent this. The nightlights of the shore jumped into pieces. The car fell into a ravine, rushing against a cliff. The grandfather gave a last volantazo, aware of his sacrifice. The rock smashed the nose of the car on the left side. Differential broke legs and flywheel burst to the chest. An iron pierced his throat by pounding him against the seat. The passengers were saved with slight bruising. Not so Grandpa, corpse already when they freed him. The son-in-law was not at the funeral, accusing the elder of having endangered the life of their own. Their photos were withdrawn in house. I was not mentioned except to criticize him. An assassin in power, according to declared the son-in-law. And be hated until they forgot him. Mununa could not fall asleep. The memory of the old man obsessed him. He spent hours stirring in bed. Late at night the tiredness was the strongest, but never knew if really dreaming. Strong and affectionate hands that climbed on horseback on a few knees. Fenced gold glasses. Wide front framing slanted eyes. And giving life to that face, an affable smile. The old!! Mununa stood in bed with the bright pupils. He stood quietly. Dieguito slept beside her with her angel face. The girl opened the trunk of old toys. It recorded him thoroughly until he found what you were looking for. Then he slept and fell asleep happy. It took a few days to return to the Park. Mununa had not told anything, although Dieguito felt the impatience of his sister. When his mother left them alone finally to buy a few rolls Mununa was excited. -Come! Run! The olive tree. The Bank. No one. Then Dieguito knew. It was he who opened his sister’s backpack and pulled out the teddy bear that was missing an arm. -Outlet. Their footsteps approached them to the Bank. Mununa placed the stuffed between the branches of the tree. -It is for you, Grandpa. And they walked slowly. From somewhere unlikely, happy, the old saw them leave Cannes, July 14th 2010. Jose ISBERT S.
