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—Es que se le va el jluido en los niños.
—¿Cree?...
—El jardín luagarra cansado.
—Miagarra cansado y...
“Y con hambre”, iba a decir, mas se
detuvo. Miró a la niña Meches con su
cara buenota de luna negativa; por
sus dientes anchos corrió una miel
paternal:
—Usté sí que es chulísima305 . Pegó bien
a la tierra.
—¡Ah, usté!...
Él sacó del trasero su amplio pañuelo
amarillo y se lo pasó por el crá neo, sin
dejar de mirarla.
—¡Ay... qué felicidá es verla a usté! ¡Tan
fresca, tan joven, tan chula!...
—Si mestá enamorando, me voy.
—No se vaya. Es láura del descanso.
—Siés que usté mestá chuliando. ¿Se
va estar en juicio?
Don Tacho se rió de buena gana.
Guardó su pañuelo en el trasero, se
305. Muy chula, muy bonita.
306. Perhaps the film negative of a photograph.
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“The problem is that all your goodness
is drained by your young students.”
“You think so?”
“Then when you come to the garden
you’re already tired.”
“Yes, I’m already tired and…”
He was about to say “and hungry,” but
he refrained. He looked at Mercedes
with her pretty face of a negative
moon. 306 A paternal honey ran through
his wide teeth:
“You are very pretty. In your case, the
soil that you grew in was good soil...”
“Oh, you!”
He took out his huge yellow
hanckerchief from his back pocket
and he wiped his cranium as he kept
looking at her.
“How happy I am when I see you! So
fresh, so young, so pretty!”
“If you’re hitting on me, I’m leaving.”
“Don’t leave. It’s my break.”
“But you are flirting with me. You gonna
behave?”
Señor Tacho laughed happily. He
replaced his hanckerchief in his back