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I couldn’t sleep last night because of what she had written on the card.
Early the next day I went to the place she’d mentioned. I asked for Mrs.
Pira and I was then introduced to a woman of short stature and short white
hair like the snow. She was around sixty years old. Immediately she said
she knew I wanted to rent the house. I nodded. Very affectionately she said
that she would hand me the key by the end of the week. She asked if I
agreed and I again nodded in response.
I came out that store walking like a zombie. I realized I hadn’t uttered a
single word in front of Mrs. Pira. I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t until a few
hours later that I dawned on me that I was going to live that little house. I
was given the keys and much to the surprise of some people I moved in. I
remember the first day I got there; it was as if I’ve been there before. I
knew were everything was. It was exactly as I’d imagined it a thousand
times before. I went to the room that would be my bedroom and sat in the
middle of the floor and cried like a small child. To this day I don’t know
why I cried. When I was bringing in my things I thought about the pictures
and the negatives. I wanted to live in this new home with no worries so I
finally decided to burn them. Most of them I burned in front of my family
and one I gave to Mercedes so that she would have the privilege of doing it.
I felt as though a great weight was lifted off my shoulders. I kept the ashes
for memory. Only my closest relatives saw all the pictures; the ones with
the alien object with the plane, and of its crew. After all this a particular
picture that had no apparent explanation came to my possession, but more
of that later.
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