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Por la esquina entró una cipota y fue a<br />

pegarse al mostrador, empinándose sin<br />

lograr dominarlo.<br />

—Ración<br />

almidón...<br />

<strong>de</strong> canela y ración <strong>de</strong><br />

Cantaba al hablar. La ña Grabiela, que<br />

era un poco sorda, no la oyó.<br />

Andaba dando vueltecitas <strong>de</strong> uno a<br />

otro lado. Espantó al gato, metiéndole<br />

un tastazo en la nalga.<br />

—Ración<br />

almidón...<br />

<strong>de</strong> canela y ración <strong>de</strong><br />

La viejecita entró en el dormitorio,<br />

apartando la cortina. Iba<br />

tambaleándose. La niña, siempre<br />

pegadita al mostrador, catarrosa y<br />

<strong>de</strong>smechada, continuaba esperando. A<br />

lo lejos, en el patio, alguien se bañaba a<br />

guacaladas.<br />

De la trastienda llegaba un quejarse<br />

congojoso. La cipota no hablaba<br />

ya más: escuchaba, con la boca<br />

entreabierta, el quejarse monótono,<br />

como mecido <strong>de</strong> hamaca. Poco a poco<br />

iba menguando, menguando... hasta<br />

callar. Cuando calló, la niña salió tímida<br />

al andén y aguardó.<br />

Llegó la Toya, con la esencia <strong>de</strong> azar. La<br />

niña la <strong>de</strong>tuvo.<br />

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A young girl entered into the shop,<br />

hung onto the counter as if she were<br />

glued to it. She stood on tiptoe unable<br />

to keep her balance.<br />

“A portion of cinnamon and a portion<br />

of starch...” She sang as she spoke.<br />

Gabriela did not hear her because she<br />

was a little <strong>de</strong>af.<br />

She paced back and forth, scaring the<br />

cat away with a swat on his behind.<br />

“A portion of cinnamon and a portion<br />

of starch...”<br />

The old lady went back into her<br />

bedroom, brushing the curtain asi<strong>de</strong>.<br />

She walked staggering. The unkempt<br />

little girl, still glued to the counter, snotnosed<br />

and messy hair, continued to<br />

wait. In the distant courtyard, splashes<br />

were heard as someone bathed in a<br />

traditional fashion, scooping water<br />

from the trough and pouring it over<br />

their head.<br />

A painful groan came from the<br />

backroom. The girl stopped her<br />

singing; she was now just listening with<br />

her mouth agape to the monotonous<br />

moan like the creaking of a hammock.<br />

It was fading out little by little... until<br />

it was gone. When it stopped, the girl<br />

walked to the si<strong>de</strong>walk and timidly<br />

waited there.<br />

Toya finally arrived with the essence of<br />

orange blossom. The girl stopped her.

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