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similarities were striking. Obviously she had made it a habit to entice and
seduce males, and whether her intent was only to tease, or if her naiveté was
born from the same murky well of understanding from which Ortega had drunk, I
will leave unsaid. This is how the story of Beatrice and Stavros Panther ended;
this note was penned a few days later.
    Stavros Panther got
caught, of course. He wasn’t the first, and won’t be the last. The next time
he was going to make his way into the dry storage room to meet me he hid in
a barrel of flour and was secretly carried in there. If you’re a panther,
it’s hard to shake off all the traces of flour when you’re in a hurry.
Stavros was in a hurry. And Daddy found him out. I don’t even want to know
what Daddy did with him. I said of course that I didn’t know who Stavros
Panther was, and Daddy believed me. Maybe. But maybe not. That’s why he
locks me in now in the evenings. In a few weeks Daddy will have forgotten
Panther, and then I’ll ask him if the door can’t be unlocked
again.
    Beatrice Cockatoo really did make contact with Fox
Antonio Ortega the day after he sneaked into La Cueva through the greenhouse.
She called his cell phone right after the Breeze picked up in the morning, and
they spoke for less than a minute. Then she hung up in midsentence, and called
back a couple of hours later during the rain to apologize. It was hard for her
to talk because her daddy didn’t allow her to have her own phone in her
room.
    Whether this inaccessibility, this obstacle in the
path of young love, contributed to making Ortega’s longing even more intense
shall remain unsaid. But during the weeks and months to come, every day became a
struggle to outwit Dragon Aguado Molina, who kept his daughter under constant
surveillance. The telephone calls were the loving couple’s primary means of
communication. Beatrice could talk on the phone for hours if she wasn’t
interrupted, and Fox could listen just as long. Neither of them cared what
Beatrice said, love traveled freely through copper wires and radio waves and was
greater than any single topic of conversation. On the few occasions they met in
reality, they were struck mute by each other’s beauty, and hardly talked at all.
Fox was an old-fashioned gentleman and would never have thought of touching the
beautiful Cockatoo. Beatrice was, I assume, more experienced, but felt that it
was not a female’s place to take physical initiative. His waiting aroused her
respect and curiosity. He was different, and this incited her.
    I cannot refrain from quoting a section from
Beatrice’s diary that describes the effort the lovers put into stealing a few
short minutes in each other’s company during this period. It is not difficult to
realize that the love they were experiencing grew and turned into something
stronger and more powerful than any normal stuffed animal can understand.
    Beatrice tells it like this:
    It was Vasko Manatee
who drove me. I knew it would be him because it’s Thursday. We have a black
Volga Deluxe with tinted bulletproof windows and lead doors that are so
superheavy I can’t open them myself. The interior was made especially for
Daddy, with leather seats and a bar cabinet and a tinted glass window that
can be raised between the backseat and the front so the driver doesn’t hear
what’s being said.
    Grand Divino is on the
other side of mint green East Avenue, up in Lanceheim. I’m not particularly
well traveled, it’s like there’s no reason to bounce around in the city, I
think. Most everything is in the vicinity of our saffron yellow Puerta de
Alcalà, but Grand Divino is an exception. I confess that I love this
department store. I love it much, much more than shopping. Sometimes I come
home without buying anything, even though I’ve spent hours in all the
departments. Above all, the ground floor, with the perfumes, is