14.
ImanolLucrecia was tensely dissecting her image in the enormous, floor-to-ceiling mirror in the hall. With one last look at herself, the loaders unhunged the mirror that was there for many generations. Her whole body trembled as she glared at the blank wall. She didn’t speak with anybody for days, ever since they came and started to take all the valuable objects and furnishings one by one. Even her expensive fans. She roamed the rooms that became empty one at a time.
But that wasn’t enough, before long they were told that everybody must leave the house, which will be auctioned off. On the last day, she stood on the veranda, and felt she’ll faint right away.
“Señora, are you alright?” Isabel stepped next to her immediately.
“We are strangers in our own house now, Isabel…” in the vac
