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Elena was smashed almost flat between the steering wheel and her seat. I pried her out and let Max get to work. She was barely alive and dying right before us. The damage to her body was so severe that it was beyond repair. Max could only keep her comfortable until she died. Antony made the sign of the cross on both their foreheads and recited the rite of passage. When Antony finished, we prayed for their souls. I placed her back into the car as best I could so that everything was just as it was. Then we departed the scene.
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    “The American tourist Elena was dating drove the car off a cliff,” I said, looking straight ahead.
    “Why?” Kasey whispered.
    “The authorities say they do not know.”
    “But you do! I mean you sound like you know more,” she said with suspicion.
    I looked over at her with a serious face. “I know only what the authorities know.” I hoped she picked up my hint. I did not wish to discuss the matter further.
    “But I mean someone doesn’t do something like that without a reason. How long were they dating? What did Fernando and Beatriz think of the relationship? Was he normal or did he have some screws loose? Did…”
    “Kasey, I really do not care to discuss this matter.” I interrupted her and kept my eyes on the road.
    She faced her window and huffed, “Fine.”
    The few minutes left of the ride were done in silence. I pulled into the tiny parking lot of the school. In the smoothest voice I could muster I said, “I shall be here around one to escort you back home.”
    She opened the door to the Mini Coop and mumbled coldly, “Fine.”
    I reached out and gently grabbed her wrist to stop her from leaving the car. She gave me a cross look as if I had overstepped a boundary.
    “My apologies,” I said removing my hand. “May I see your phone?”
    “My phone?”
    “Please.” I extended my hand out and attempted a charming look. She reached into her bag and placed the phone in my hand.
    I quickly punched in my phone number using only my thumb. “Now, you have my number.”
    She nodded and stepped out. Her mood had turned cold and sorrowful over Elena’s tragedy. Perhaps the ride back would be lighter. I stared at her perfect thin curves through my rearview mirror. Her white Capri pants hung just below her hipbone while the paisley halter-top sat above the hipbones leaving a perfect inch of skin exposed. Her arms carried the weight of many beaded bracelets. A light breeze blew a few curly strands of hair down. Her half up-do would surely fall from its clip by the day’s end with Mallorca’s wind gusts. What was I thinking falling for this beautiful gypsy?
    I stared blankly into the same road I drove for the past four years, but my mind was on anything but the ride. She was the perfect imperfection for me. How could God have created such a soul for me? More to the question, why would He have? My phone vibrated and not a second later the overture of the Phantom of the Opera played from my mobile. The screen lit up, Twin One.
    “Hello, John,” I answered.
    “Hello, my brother. Martin and I were here bugging around and wanted to know what you thought of Kasey. Were we right?”
    I sighed, “Yes, you chaps were dead on.”
    “Martin says she left mad. What could you possibly have said?”
    “Quit using your abilities on us,” I growled into the phone. I was never fond of their gift to see into the future. Laughter exploded from the other end.
    “Yeah, yeah, we will not look into her future anymore. We promise. Thing is, you do not have the most experience with the ladies. You could use our help.”
    “What? Little boys, that is rubbish.”
    The chuckling continued.
    “Look, I am almost to practice. We shall speak later.” I cut them off.
    “Later then. May I offer some advice? Keep the conversation light on the way back, pick up some lunch, and go to church,” John said.
    “Church?” I questioned.
    “Yes, for I am sure there was nothing good going on in that