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Ave Maria (Bach / Gounod)
Javier (thoughts)
September 20, early morning hours
“She’s gone,” said Hubert like a judge who is passing a sentence he doesn’t like. He helped me to transport Lupe I, mean what was left of her, in the master bedroom. We put my ex-future wife on the big bed, under one of Pete’s robes embroidered with the Saint-Amour’s initials.
I sent Barnaud-Kessler upstairs to Jose-Maria’s care.
I had two women in my life : my aunt Clara and Lupe. I eliminated one and God took the other. He thinks Himself so wise and smart, old God. And fair. Like the old woman who made a show of raising me and an even better one of admiring me.
“Javier, hijo, the Lord sent you ! I wanted to call you to make sure you came, but no need !”
That was Clara five years ago. With her cacklin
