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had swooped down on the ranch, set fire to<br />
the bathroom, and kidnapped<br />
Gertrudis. Mama Elena swallowed the whole<br />
thing; she was so sad it<br />
made her sick-but what nearly killed her was<br />
when she got the story<br />
from Father lgnacio, the parish priest-and<br />
who knew how he found out<br />
about it-that the next week Gertrudis was<br />
working in a brothel on the<br />
border.<br />
`A Mama Elena burned Gertrudis' birth<br />
certificate and all of her<br />
pictures and said she didn't want to hear her<br />
name mentioned ever<br />
again.<br />
Neither the fire nor the passage of time has<br />
been able to eliminate a<br />
strong smell of roses that lingers in the spot<br />
where the shower stood,<br />
which now is a parking lot for an apartment<br />
building.<br />
Nor could they efface the images that<br />
lingered in Pedro and Tita's<br />
minds, marking them forever. Ever after,<br />
quail in rose sauce became a<br />
silent reminder of this fascinating experience.<br />
Each year Tita prepared it in tribute to her<br />
sister's liberation and<br />
she always took special care in arranging the<br />
garnish.<br />
The quail are placed on a platter, the sauce<br />
is poured over them, and<br />
they are garnished with a single perfect rose<br />
in the center and rose<br />
petals scattered around the outside; or the<br />
quail can be served<br />
individually, on separate plates instead of a<br />
platter. That's how Tita<br />
liked to do it, because then there was no<br />
chance of the garnish sliding<br />
off-center when it was served, and that's<br />
what she specified in the<br />
cookbook she started writing that night, after<br />
crocheting a big section<br />
of bedspread, as she did every night. As she<br />
worked, images of<br />
Gertrudis went around and around in her<br />
head: Gertrudis running through<br />
the field, and what she imagined had<br />
happened later, after her sister<br />
had disappeared from sight. Needless to<br />
say, her imagination was<br />
limited there by her lack of experience.<br />
She wondered if Gertrudis had any clothes<br />
on now, or if she was still<br />
.<br />
. naked! She worried that Gertrudis was<br />
cold, as cold as she was, but<br />
then she decided, no, she wasn't. Most likely<br />
she was near a fire, in<br />
the arms of her man, and that would surely<br />
warm her.<br />
All of a sudden she had a thought that made<br />
her run outside to look at<br />
the stars. Having felt it with her own body,<br />
she knew a look could<br />
start a fire.<br />
Even to set the sun itself ablaze. What then<br />
would happen if Gertrudis<br />
looked up at a star? Surely the heat from her<br />
body, which was inflamed<br />
by love, would travel with that gaze across<br />
an infinite distance, with<br />
no loss of energy, until it landed on the star<br />
she was watching.<br />
Those huge stars have lasted for millions of<br />
years by taking care never<br />
to absorb any of the fiery rays lovers all over<br />
the world send up at<br />
them night after night. To avoid that, the star<br />
generates so much heat