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Ali and I have developed a similar technique. It’s strange. When I wake up she’s the first thing I see, usually she’s still asleep. She sleeps until she feels me moving, and then her eyes part slightly, usually she can’t be bothered to do much more than that, so she sizes me up for a second or so, sees that everything is in its place and as it should be, that my waking up this time is not significantly different from any of the other times, and unless she yawns or stretches or shifts a little she’ll just stay perfectly still. Then I stretch out or writhe around a little in your bed, toss and turn and roll over and over, and then I simply watch her, being peaceful. I wonder which of us is guarding which at night.

Today Vanina came to see me, and it was super weird. Not that she would come, of course, because apparently she had heard I was around, and then she asked your mom, and it’s not like your mom could have lied to her, and plus she had no reason to do so. So she came, and we drank mate. It wasn’t that bad, in the end, once I’d overcome my initial panic or whatever it was. I mean at first I was utterly inhibited, I don’t know, she was happy, purely and sincerely happy just to see me. I mean, in reality, of course, things aren’t actually that complicated. Or at least they aren’t for everyone. She seemed good too. I don’t know why I say too, I don’t know if I’m doing good, I don’t know, you’d have to ask her, I guess, how it was I came across. For the moment I prefer not knowing. Anyway, the point is that she’s still there, I mean, here, but that she’s happy, happy with her decision to stay, to not go to college, to not go off somewhere to go to college, like most of us. She said that at first it was really tough. And besides, at the time she was going out with Mario, and Mario was going to La Plata, and she started to go for it, she thought about going with him, but in the end she didn’t, she ultimately decided to stay because actually, when she was being totally honest with herself—her words—she couldn’t think of a single good reason to go, since she loved Esquel, she always had. But that it’s only been in the past two or three years that she started to be really good again, that at first she used to get depressed because she wound up kind of lonely, feeling like she’d ended up here by herself, and she was working, but she was kind of depressed. She was working as a waitress. But then apparently she started seeing the owner of this bar, it’s this new place, on Rivadavia, orange, kind of dimly lit, that has a pool table, anyway, but so she started seeing Omar. That at first they were seeing each other in secret because Omar was married, but then apparently they fell in love, and then Omar left his wife, and Vanina and he moved in together, and now she’s like thrilled living and working with him. That at first people had been judgmental, but then in reality nobody actually even liked Omar’s ex-wife, who went back to Madryn, because she was from there, so really the majority had been on her side, like they’d mostly been supportive, but regardless she had not been too concerned because she knew the gossip would die down after some time passed and everybody’d just relax. And that’s exactly how it happened, now they’re really happy with the bar, which is doing really well, and on weekends people even come from far away, which is good for them, and she says how they bought a little car and a tiny plot of land on the outskirts of Esquel, and the idea is to start building a house on it, slowly but surely. That they don’t want kids, yet, that it’s just been very recent that they’ve been able to chill and be alone together, after all that ruckus over his divorce, and that they’d like to spend some more time just like that, but that, yeah, she did figure she would start a family with him, that she saw him as the father of her children, and that actually, oh, and by the way, did I know about Julián? Here I make sure that my face doesn’t change. Julián, I say, what do you mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about, know what? And she gets this little twinkle in her eyes, that twinkle of getting to be the one to break the gruesome news to me. Oh, so, Julián’s got kids now, two of them, or, well, one with another on the way. My blood starts running cold, then the predictable/old pit in my stomach. But I keep feigning control. So weird, right? Julián as a dad? Who would have thought, says Vanina. Meanwhile I, bigger liar than ever before, say, what do you mean, I don’t think it’s weird at all, he’d probably be a great father, I don’t see why not, and then she unintentionally drives the dagger in deeper, works it in slow: well, you know, yeah, actually that was the surprising part about it, was that it was incredible seeing Julián with the little one, he takes him everywhere he goes, and that it’s kind of beautiful to see. I feel like I would like to die, or at least like I would like to kill this messenger. And yet the juiciest part is still to come, and I know that Vanina isn’t going to tell me, or that she isn’t going to say it of her own accord, she’ll wait until I ask her, let me want to know, let me demonstrate I want or that I need to know, so as not to gratuitously wound me, as though the damage weren’t done. Even though, based on the information I’ve provided her, about my boyfriend in Buenos Aires, plus the time that’s passed, plus my performance that I’m giving now, the amount that all this hurts me shouldn’t show. She doesn’t, cannot realize. She assumes, I think, that I love my life of a free agent in the city, believes that it’s a life I wouldn’t trade for anything, which I guess is what I have been trying to convey to her since her arrival, what I’ve led her to believe. And really anyone—even me on a good day—could easily confirm this, that I wouldn’t trade my simple, pleasant life in Buenos Aires. It’s just that right at this precise instant I’m not so sure. What if all the decisions I have made were bad ones, and I should have stayed with Julián? In which case those children, those kids, would be mine instead. Jesus. Kids with someone else. Which means he’s inextricably connected to another woman. Which brings us back to . . . Who’d he get married to? Oh, no, he didn’t, or, well, that now he had, that now he was indeed legally wedded, but that that was after, after the son was born. León. León, he’s apparently named, what a nice name, what a discreet name. Very Julián, he must have chosen it. Bound for all time to another person, another woman, deeply revolting, Jesus. No, the girl is younger, you wouldn’t know her, she’s from Trevelin, Welsh family, they had been going out but not for long, really, that the girl was just eighteen, that she’d been eighteen when she’d gotten pregnant, and that they’d decided they would keep it. She had wanted it although she’d just completed high school. Mariela, her name is Mariela. Now she’s twenty-one. And so yeah, León was born, and when he was a year and a half or so, they got married. That no, Vanina hadn’t gone to the wedding, that they’d invited very few people because they didn’t have any money, and because her family wasn’t too thrilled about the marriage, about Julián, or the fact that he’d knocked up their daughter prior to proposing. So they hadn’t made a big deal out of it. She’d stood at the altar with the baby in her arms.

Ah. Pain, the most profound/the lowest kind of pain. He’d just stayed with her? Since when is he capable of that level of love? Well, but I mean, it’s his kid, clearly nothing’s going to get in the way of that. His kid. So anyway, so here they were, he’d brought her down to live here, at his parents’ place, and for now she isn’t working, Susi’s helping her with León and with her pregnancy, and Julián is working with his dad, mostly with the truck, deliveries, traveling a lot.