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in soap operas? Was Ismael serious or was he kidding? He imagined the rumors, the inventions, the conjectures, the jokes that would inflame the gossips of Lima: This diversion would last a long time.
    “Somebody here is crazy,” he mumbled. “You or me. Or are we both crazy, Ismael?”
    “She’s a good woman and we love each other,” his boss said, without the slightest sign of discomfort. “I’ve known her a long time. She’ll be an excellent companion in my old age, you’ll see.”
    Now Rigoberto could see her, re-create her, invent her. A good-looking brunette, very black hair, lively eyes. A typical woman from the coast with an easy manner, slim, not very short. A fairly presentable chola . “He must be forty years older than her, maybe more,” he thought. “Ismael has lost his mind.”
    “If your intention in your old age is to be part of the most sensational scandal in the history of Lima, you’ll succeed,” he said with a sigh. “You’ll be fodder for the gossips for God only knows how many years. Centuries, perhaps.”
    Ismael laughed openly, with good humor this time, agreeing.
    “At last I’ve told you, Rigoberto,” he exclaimed with relief. “The truth is I found it very difficult. I confess I had endless doubts. I was dying of embarrassment. When I told Narciso, that black man’s eyes opened as wide as saucers, and he almost swallowed his tongue. Well, now you know. There’ll be a huge scandal and I don’t give a damn. Do you still agree to be my witness?”
    Rigoberto nodded his head: Yes, yes, Ismael, if he asked how would he not agree. But, but … Damn, he didn’t know what the hell to say.
    “Is this wedding absolutely necessary?” he finally found the courage to say. “I mean, to risk facing everything that you’ll suffer. I’m not thinking only of the scandal, Ismael. You can imagine where I’m going with this. Is it worth the monumental trouble this will unleash with your sons? A marriage has legal and economic effects. Well, I imagine you’ve thought about all this and that I’m talking to you like a fool. Am I right, Ismael?”
    He saw his boss drink half a glass of white wine in a single swallow. He saw him shrug and agree.
    “They’ll try to have me declared incompetent,” he said sarcastically, making a scornful face. “Of course a lot of palms will have to be greased, what with judges and shyster lawyers. I have more money than they do, so they won’t win the suit, if they decide to bring it.”
    He spoke without looking at Rigoberto, without raising his voice so people at nearby tables couldn’t hear him, with his eyes fixed on the ocean. But he clearly wasn’t seeing the surfers, or the gulls, or the waves rushing to the shore and throwing off white foam, or the double line of cars driving along the Costa Verde. His voice was filling with rage.
    “Is it all worth it, Ismael?” Rigoberto repeated. “Lawyers, notaries, judges, court appearances, the indecency of reporters digging into your private life ad nauseam. All that trouble, besides the fortune that this kind of whim will cost you, the headaches and quarrels. Is it worth it?”
    Instead of responding, Ismael surprised him with another question.
    “Do you remember when I had my heart attack in September?”
    Rigoberto remembered very well. Everyone had thought Ismael would die. It had taken him by surprise in his car, driving back to Lima from a lunch in Ancón. He’d passed out and Narciso took him to the Clínica San Felipe. They kept him in intensive care for several days, on oxygen, so weak he couldn’t speak.
    “We thought you were done for, what a scare you gave us. Why do you bring that up now?”
    “That was when I decided to marry Armida.” Ismael’s face had become sour and his voice filled with bitterness. At that moment he looked older. “I was close to death, of course I was. I could see it up close, touch it, smell it. I was too weak to speak, that’s true. But I could hear.