That Saturday night began when I met my brother straightening hair with her fingers nervously against the full-length mirror in the living room. He had put on a jean jacket that looked good and a cowboy I think it was new. I looked and looked in the mirror. It was nice, much more than me, but for some time that he was jealous about it. He paused a moment to look at my dress and then turned.
_ Salís? _Preguntó With inquisitive eyes. I could not explain what he meant by that face. I leave was, at that time in our lives, a clear novelty. And the truth is that he never left either. _Al
mind. _Contesté Making me mysterious.
From the kitchen, she heard the voice of Space Combat reporter, and beyond, the dad that puteaba because the channel was not well. Both felt embarrassment, but no one said anything.
He finished combing and I went with a liner and a lip gloss for paint. The lines above the right eyelid would not come out yet, although it should be practiced, because now I go and in one stroke. My brother looked at my bare feet and said with a sly smile:
_ Are you going to make tacos? _ must have believed that I was the Abasto.
_No.
ended as soon as I could and watched the clock. It was one, it was time to leave.
_ Do you have money? _This Nervous. I knew, in part, the reasons, but I liked the silly me.
_No, not yet.
I followed him down the dark hallway toward the kitchen noisy, and soles of my feet perfectly noticed the difference in temperature between the first room carpet and white ceramic of the second. Light yellow, thin first white then it also made the sensations were different. We preferred the dark.
Dad did not turn around until my brother called him a third time. When he finally did, I said we needed ten dollars. Ten dollars was enough money by then. _
Why? _ We noted above his glasses, only a second before returning to lay eyes on the screen.
_Salimos. _Dijo My brother and went quietly. _Hay a party.
As for me, I did not dare to say anything. The tacit agreement stipulated that only intervene if things got really ugly.
But none of that happened. Dad quietly took his wallet from his shirt pocket, opened it and gave us the money. Even bother to give a five pesos each.
_Pásenla well, not again later. _Dijo In a monotone, without looking.
not matter. We already had money, keys, shoes, cigarettes. We descended the stairs, skipping steps my brother, me trying to look like a lady.
_Compartamos the taxi. _Propuso When you walked through the front door.
climbed to first happened and he said one direction to the security attached to it.
_Balcarce and San Martín. _Entonces Looked at me and quietly asked me where I left.
_Creo I go to the same place. _Contesté And strangely surprised us both, for better or for worse.
We had to walk many blocks, not less than thirty. _
Who invited you? _Preguntó
_Compañeros faculty. Do you? _A
friend.
at that time did not understand why I had been invited. In fact, I never understood. Those people who greeted me from afar suddenly knew my name and wanted to come to his party. It seemed to me strange. Bizarre and brilliant. Bizarre but brilliant.
Never before had gone with my brother and that night would begin to see a new side of him, superficial and anxious. In fact, almost never talked about or shared anything but quite ordinary in our house. There we were then, however, the half past one, walking the streets in a taxi to a place where we only had each other. Two orphans going to the home of the family who had taken, going to her new life. We spent avenues and traffic lights without speaking, each immersed in their own expectations.
At one point I saw him put his right hand inside the blazer seventies who had been inside dad and take a flask of whiskey. Surreptitiously opened, so that the driver did not see him, drank a couple of drinks and handed it to me.
_Creeme not want to get without taking a little. _Le Thought. I spilled some on her dress. Probably anxiety.
We were close. I wanted to ask my brother who was the friend who had invited him, and if I knew, if only in name, to my fellow faculty. But something prevented me from speaking altogether. The taxi stopped at a green gate and said they were two fifty.
both looked toward the place, and the face I had my brother realized that he had not been there before. Paid and waited for the change. Her hand trembled and I grabbed it, holding the coins and tickets. I knew then that something fundamental in waiting for us.
_ What is it? _Me Finally dared to ask still holding her hand. After the door was loud something that probably was Iggy Pop Her eyes were glassy little light yellowish under the driver turned off at that time.
assumption felt the same as to you. _Contestó.
Then we went down, breathe deep and went to enjoy.
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