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scheduled for midday. He looked at his<br />
smoking jacket, draped over a<br />
chair. Everything he would wear was<br />
meticulously arranged, waiting for<br />
the moment to dress. The shoes shone their<br />
brightest; the bow tie,<br />
sash, and shirt were impeccable. Satisfied<br />
that everything was in<br />
order, he took a deep breath, lay down and,<br />
as soon as his head touched<br />
the pillow, was sound asleep.<br />
Pedro, on the other hand, could not get to<br />
sleep. A terrible jealousy<br />
gnawed at his entrails. He didn't care at all<br />
for the idea of going to<br />
the wedding and having to endure seeing<br />
Tita together with John.<br />
He couldn't understand John's attitude at all;<br />
he acted like he had<br />
mush in his veins. John knew perfectly well<br />
what was between Tita and<br />
him. Yet he acted as if it were nothing. That<br />
afternoon, when Tita<br />
was trying to light the oven, she couldn't find<br />
any matches anywhere.<br />
John, always gallant, had quickly offered to<br />
help her. But that wasn't<br />
all! After lighting the fire, he had presented<br />
Tita with the box of<br />
matches, taking her hands in his.<br />
What business did he have giving Tita that<br />
kind of ridiculous gift? It<br />
was just a pretext for John to stroke Tita's<br />
hands in front of Pedro.<br />
John thought he was so civilized -he'd teach<br />
him what a man does when<br />
he really loves a woman. Grabbing his<br />
jacket, he got ready to go look<br />
for John so he could smash his face in.<br />
He stopped at the door. He couldn't<br />
contribute to any vicious talk<br />
about how to's brother-in-law had gotten in a<br />
fight with John the day<br />
before the wedding.<br />
Tita would never forgive him. Angrily, he<br />
threw his jacket on the bed<br />
and went looking for a pill for his headache.<br />
The noise Tita made in<br />
the kitchen was magnified a thousand times<br />
by the pain.<br />
Tita was thinking of her sister as she finished<br />
shelling the last few<br />
nuts left on the table. Rosaura would have<br />
enjoyed this wedding so<br />
much. The poor thing had been dead for a<br />
year. They had waited all<br />
this time to hold the religious ceremony in<br />
honor of her memory.<br />
Her death had been extremely odd. She had<br />
eaten supper as usual and<br />
immediately afterward had gone to her room.<br />
Esperanza and Tita had sat<br />
talking for a while in the dining room. Pedro<br />
had gone upstairs to say<br />
good night to Rosaura before going to sleep.<br />
Tita and Esperanza<br />
couldn't hear a thing, the dining room was so<br />
far from the bedrooms.<br />
At first Pedro didn't find it odd that he could<br />
hear Rosaura breaking<br />
wind even with the door closed. He began to<br />
notice the unpleasant<br />
noises when one lasted so long it seemed it<br />
would never end.<br />
Pedro tried to concentrate on the book he<br />
was holding, thinking that<br />
drawn-out sound could not possibly be the<br />
product of his wife's<br />
digestive problems. The floor was shaking,<br />
the light blinked off and<br />
on. Pedro thought for a moment it was the<br />
rumble of cannons signaling