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- That wasn’t my hair. It was a wig. I don’t like to look the same all
the time.
- Oh I see. Yesterday you were from the Adam’s Family and today
you’re like Madonna.
- Did you read what was in the envelope Amaury?
- Yes.
- And what do you think?
- That it was about time you showed up Helena. Do you by any
chance know a Mrs. Matilde or a police officer by the name of Oscar.
- No.
- How about a young married couple, Maribel and Raúl, do you
know them?
- I don’t know any of these people. Why? Should I?
I told Helena about them all the while she listened like a child, very
carefully and thoughtful. Immediately she said she wanted to meet them as
asked for their phone numbers and addresses. I told her it was best if we all
got together at my house soon. I was tired and uncomfortable in the tree so
I suggested we climbed down. I offered her the hammock but she preferred
to lie on the floor of the garage. She was starting to feel less unusual to me
and the more we talked the less strange as well. I felt a great affection
towards her; it was like talking to my kid sister. She told me she lived with
her aunt and that in her neighborhood everyone, including her own family,
thought she was crazy. She dropped out of school because even the
teachers would call her crazy.
Helena has seen probably every movie having to do with UFOs and
extraterrestrials. The subject attracted her since she was a little girl. She
also has many magazines but her favorite is that one that tells of our
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