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acquaintances would
have planned her murder—they even suspect Marito. I think it was simply a
mistake, or most likely a thief who got nervous and didn’t know what to do, so
he shot her, it wouldn't be the first time that’s happened, a fiend like that,
the only thing he knows how to do is kill people. Nobody I know would have been
capable of even imagining doing Olga María any harm, it wouldn't have crossed
anybody’s mind to even think badly of her, such a good woman, so generous, she
never stuck her nose into other people’s business. Look, here come Doña Olga and
the girls, let’s go, come with me, they look so lovely, they’re going to sit
next to their daddy, they are the apples of Doña Olga’s eyes, her only two
granddaughters, because Sergio and Cuca—I’m pretty sure—they can’t have
children, and Diana is still too young and who knows what kind of life she leads
in Miami, you know how they are, women there don’t necessarily have kids right
away anymore, and Diana’s practically a gringa, she’s been there almost twelve
years. I hope that brute Handal doesn’t think he’s going to interrogate the
girls here, then I really would get mad, they’ve got no right; anyway what are
they doing here instead of out looking for the murderer, they have the
description little Olga gave them, what more do they want? What infuriates me
most is that in the end, I bet you, they won’t catch anybody—they’re so
incompetent it’d be a miracle if they did. When have you ever heard of the
police catching anybody who is truly guilty of anything? Never. I didn’t even
notice when dear Julita arrived, probably right after Doña Olga and the girls,
but with all these people I must’ve missed her. Dear Julita is so good, so
trustworthy, she loved Olga María more than anything, like her own daughter, she
took care of her for twenty years, can you imagine, that’s a lifetime. She came
to their house when Olga María was ten years old, from a little Indian village,
Tacuba, way out there in Ahuachapán. You can’t find servants like that anymore,
I’m telling you, my dear, everything has changed so much, now they’re all
prostitutes and thieves, or both—you can’t leave the house alone for a minute
because they’ll ransack it. Horrible, my dear, you can’t trust anybody anymore,
even if they do have references and recommendations, they’re always up to some
mischief. That was a different world: servants used to be part of the family,
like our dear Julita, who is now going to have to finish raising little Olga and
Raquelita; Marito will need her now more than ever, and Doña Olga will, too.
That’s what I told Julita this afternoon. The poor thing must be very
distraught, but you know how Indians are, you can’t tell what they’re feeling,
with that face they’ve got, like a mask. Hey, I told you, and I was right: look
who just arrived, my dear, Gastón Berrenechea himself, the one and only Yuca,
look how handsome he is, and just as charming as ever, always so elegant, look
how impeccably dressed he is, in that suit with that tie, beautiful, I’ve never
seen that design in black; I swear, at the American School we all thought Yuca
and Olga María were going to get married, they would have made the perfect
couple, both so good-looking, as if they were made for each other, but they only
went out for a few months, such a pity, we couldn’t understand why it didn’t
last, but even then Yuca was too much of a womanizer—unmanageable. I met both of
them even before that, can you believe it, my dear, about twenty years ago, even
more, twenty-three years ago, when we started first grade, it’s been forever and
a day. Now Yuca is a VIP, you know, he owns a chain of superstores, and he’s a
deputy in the government and a high-ranking party official, it’s