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opinion about the revolutionaries. What she<br />
never learned was that<br />
this captain was the same Juan Alejandrez<br />
who had carried off her<br />
daughter Gertrudis some months before.<br />
They were even on that score, for the captain<br />
remained ignorant of the<br />
large number of chickens that Mama Elena<br />
had hidden behind the house,<br />
buried in ashes. They had managed to kill<br />
twenty before the troops<br />
arrived. The chickens are filled with ground<br />
wheat or oats and then<br />
placed, feathers and all, into a glazed<br />
earthenware pot. The pot is<br />
covered tightly using a nauow strip of cloth;<br />
that way the meat can be<br />
kept for more than a week.<br />
It had been a common practice on the ranch<br />
since ancient times, when<br />
they had to preserve animals after a hunting<br />
party.<br />
When she came out of hiding, Tita<br />
immediately missed the constant<br />
cooing of the doves, which had been part of<br />
her everyday life ever<br />
since she was born.<br />
This sudden silence made her feel her<br />
loneliness all the more.<br />
It was then that she really felt the loss of<br />
Pedro, Rosaura, and<br />
Roberto.<br />
She hurried up the rungs of the enormous<br />
ladder that went to the<br />
dovecote, but all she found there was the<br />
usual carpet of feathers and<br />
droppings.<br />
The wind stole through the open door and<br />
lifted some feathers that fell<br />
on a carpet of silence. Then she heard a tiny<br />
sound: a little newborn<br />
pigeon had been spared from the massacre.<br />
Tita picked it up and got<br />
ready to go back down, but first she stopped<br />
for a moment to look at<br />
the cloud of dust the soldiers' horses left in<br />
their wake.<br />
She wondered why they hadn't done<br />
anything to hurt her mother.<br />
While she was in her hiding place, she had<br />
prayed that nothing bad<br />
would happen to Mama Elena, but<br />
unconsciously she had hoped that when<br />
she got out she would find her mother dead.<br />
Ashamed of these thoughts, she placed the<br />
pigeon between her breasts to<br />
free her hands for the dangerous ladder, and<br />
climbed down from the<br />
dovecote. From then on, her main interest<br />
lay in feeding that pathetic<br />
baby pigeon. Only then did life seem to<br />
make a little sense.<br />
It didn't compare with the satisfaction derived<br />
from nursing a human<br />
being, but in some way it was similar.<br />
The milk in her breasts had dried up<br />
overnight from the pain of her<br />
separation from her nephew. As she looked<br />
for worms, she kept<br />
wondering who was feeding Roberto and<br />
how he was eating. Those<br />
thoughts tortured her night and day. She<br />
hadn't been able to sleep,<br />
for a whole month. The only thing she<br />
accomplished during this period<br />
was to quintuple the size of her enormous<br />
bedspread. Chencha came to<br />
shake her out of her rueful thoughts; she<br />
gave her a few pushes to get<br />
her into the kitchen. She sat her down in<br />
front of the stone metate