Jani Akasi 46

At the same time, Villalpando Gamaliel’s mother, Mrs. Agnes, sweeping the street outside the shop of his son, when he arrived and the door ajar, he got Andi. Gamaliel was found asleep on the counter with his hat over his face so that flies do not bother. He had to wait a while to wake up. He had to wait to finish the job Ines sweeping the street and come to bite your child’s ribs with the handle of the broom and told him:

– Here’s a customer!

The Gamaliel stood up in a bad mood, giving grunts. His eyes were red from time to unravel and accompany both drunk, getting drunk with them. Sitting down on the counter, he cursed his mother, he cursed himself and swore many times to life, “worth a damn pure.” Then settled back with his hands between her legs and went back to sleep still muttering curses:

-I have no fault that run loose at this time drunks.

-My poor son Andi. The poor man spent the night in response to some travelers who were picked with the bowls. What brings you here so early?

He said loudly, because Andi was deaf.

-Well no more than a quart of alcohol, of which I am needed.

– Are you the Shelter passed out again?

He died and I, mother Villa. Misti Last night, near eleven o’clock. And So until I sold my donkeys. So I sold it because it relieves me.

– I hear what you’re saying! Or are you saying anything? What do you say?

-I spent the night watching the dead, to the Refuge. Wheezing stopped last night.

-No wonder I smelled dead. Note that until I told the Gamaliel: “I smell someone died in the village.” But even if I made it, and that he had to get along with the travelers, the poor got drunk. And you know that when in that state, every thing’s funny and not done to a case. But what do you say? And you have invited to the wake?

-No, mother Villa. I want to alcohol to heal grief.

– You want it pure?

Yes, mother Villa. Pa drunk sooner. And gimme a hurry fast.

Dal-I’ll give you two for the same price and be for you. Go to the Deceased meanwhile saying that I always appreciated and taken into account when I get to glory.

Yes, mother Villa.

-Tell by the end of cooling.

He’ll tell you. I know she also has pa US TE offer his prayers. With rueful say she died because there was not who the assistant.

– What, you did not go to see Father Renters?

-I. But I was told who was on the hill.

– On what hill?

-Well for those byways. US TE known to walk in the revolt.

– So you too? Poor us, Andi.

-A we do we care about that, Mother Villa. Neither us nor are we going next.Sírvame the other. That is how you do the concealed, the After the Gamaliel is asleep.

But do not forget to ask the shelter to pray to God for me, I need both.

Do not beat yourself. I’ll tell you in coming. And until you bring out the promise of word, if necessary, and pa to be left US TE of trouble.

That, that simply must do. Because you know how women are. So you have to be enforced immediately.

Andi Martinez left another twenty cents on the counter.

-Give me another pint, mother Villa. And if I want to give out there is sobriety US TE thing. The only thing I promise is that it’ll do me a drink next to the Deceased, along with my Cu-ca.

Go then, before my son wakes up. He was very bitter genius at dawn after a binge.Go flying and do not forget to give my custom to your wife.

He left the store giving sneezing. It was pure light, but as he had been told that this is coming up soon, took a sip after another, pushing air into the mouth with the side of the shirt. Then he tried to go straight home, where he waited for the Refuge, but the road turned and walked up the street, getting out of town where the path led him.

– Damion! He called Peter .Venn to see what he wants this man coming down the road.

Andi kept moving, stumbling, ducking his head and sometimes walking on all fours. I felt the earth twisted, whirled and then released him, he ran to catch it and when I had it in his hands he turned to go, until he reached the figure of a man sitting next to a door. Then he stopped:

-Give me a love to bury my wife said.

Damion Cicerones read: “From the snares of the evil enemy, deliver us, Lord.” And he pointed with his hands making the sign of the cross.

Martinez Andi woman saw the bewildered eyes, putting that cross in front, and shuddered. He thought that perhaps the devil had followed him there, and turned, expecting to find some bad figuration. Seeing no one repeated

-I come for a little help to bury my dead.

The sun came from behind. That sun just out, almost cold, marred by the dust of the earth.

Pedro Páramo’s face hid under the covers as if to hide from the light, while the cries could be heard out more Damion repeated across the fields: They are killing Don Pedro! “

Andi Martinez heard that the woman screamed. Do not know what to do to stop the shouting. The tip was not their thoughts. He felt the cries of the old woman had to be heard far away. Maybe even his wife’s were hearing, because he drilled the ears, but did not understand what he said. He thought of his wife, who was lying on the bed, all alone there in the courtyard of his house, where he had got to be calm and not stink soon. Coca, who still slept with him yesterday, very much alive, frolicking like a filly, and it bit and scratched his nose with his nose. The son that he gave to them died just born, supposedly because she was disabled: the evil eye and cold and I do not know rescaled how much evil was his wife, he told the doctor who visited her and at the last hour, when he had to sell their donkeys to bring it up here, by charging so high that he asked. And nothing was served. . . Cu ca, who was now holding the dampness there, eyes closed, and unable to watch the sunrise or the sun or any other.