Joaquin looked through the window that was two meters on your right, over the rooftops of Paris. These same people had spoken so many novels when I could not even be fantasizing about seeing them live and live. Under the roofs of Paris, he said, a classic film , a link between silent and sound, René Claire, go! What times! What would Paris without those slate roofs? How would your spring without the almond blossom? - Would not - be answered as an irreversible wave of sadness Pinchudos rolled and dragged him back ... - Dad - succeeded in thinking.
- If you're under the 3, ie, under the U in your name, we could retain some hope - slightly altered Mercedes Alzaga said her friend numerologist, the Pythia, as he used to call it. ;
- On top of just a year ago you went there, because you're 46, so joss stick, what do we make up? The duration of each letter is 9 years.'re A native path 3, born 3/6/1965 and on top of a your soul and your personality is 3 9, read 3 of destination. Neither your potential 6 saves you ... mmm. I know you did not understand anything, but enough that I do. Tell me, what were you thinking when I told you to watch out for it? You to take your precautions? ... .. There you have, pregnant.
Are you sure you do not want to abort? -
No, he said, more depressed than when he entered
- If not a total stranger, if not French, if not so young and uneducated, I would be happy for you, being a parent at this age, bad do not come,
certainly says How much is it? -
- from 5 ½ months. -
.
- Five me ...! but you where you have the head? How come you have not noticed before? -
- is so thin, "said Joaquin, thought he was somewhat swollen, you know -
- But do not you realize that not menstruating? What you put your breasts perky? Did not vomiting, or dizziness, or arches? Did not you notice anything at all about anything? - Completed cry crying at the edge of Mercedes, with the face of "I can not believe this"
- No, nothing like that, or maybe yes, while I was in the Embassy, \u200b\u200bbut I did not see it or I did not realize ... ... ... Merche my work is absorbing, is exhausting, it is enslaving ... You got to understand, no I'm always stuck with all the neurons in the belly of my then girlfriend. -
- to go through with Joaquin, you will almost certainly be a father. Congratulations and that will be mild. -
suddenly got up, annoyed, angry, because somehow, there very well hidden in pectore always thought that he and she end up joining their lives and were not seldom to be seen arm of the ride, the luxurious halls of French diplomacy.
- I'll walk - said a visibly dazed
- No need, I know, "said Joa-out and giving her a kiss on each cheek, went out and shot." This woman thought, is too hysterical, do so bambolla on a matter that really is my problem and not concerned at all "
Mercedes took to close the heavy curtains of the windows, he preferred the dark at times like these. turned on the desk lamp. ; He poured himself a bourbon and fell back in his chair, thinking, meditating, looking without seeing the numbers he had scribbles in his notebook, there, just below your eyelashes arched "merci L'Oreal"
Joaquin's full name was lying on the grid sheet, points separated by half a centimeter, placed above the numbers, the amounts below
was an inverted triangle
Alcohol was going up to the head - I have nothing solid in the stomach, naturally - is said
Astonishingly as certain numbers began to light up with colors. - I look like an autistic - he thought, remembering a couple of films which showed the effect of cutting and marking, to separate and highlight, among many figures.
1-8-1 - limited circumstances
2-9 deception
18 on 9, highlighting the 5-money-repeated death as PLC-
13 on 4, death
A lethargy block impressive wine without asking. "call immediately I thought, not without feeling a concern that grew enormously as grains of corn in a silo when he became an unexpected rain, as the same grain when you add a little oil and you put the fire in a pan covered and wham! out popcorn, fat and brimming with white and crocantitas, sugar or honey or melted candy and to see movies!
His vision clouded suddenly and not only this but his whole mind was an urgent request to strike, unemployment, zero activity.
as dormouse She fell asleep on his desk.
gray-blue Paris at that time of the morning. Brimming with contrasts. Lead Veritas here with indigo auras Prusse bleu stuffed with gray chalk, pale blue reflections on trees dirty white, cerulean railings wrapped in grayish breeze. Yes, definitely, Paris is a mixture of azure, white and black at 6 am in November.
The large window on the desktop, with the curtains drawn back, let in the same color, making the skin even paler Mercedes shone almost as bland as everything is gray, and his hair smeared blue. His eyes were open with an expression of surprise and lay hands clenched on graph paper incredibly wrinkled, that it would get between your fingers from time to time, as long heads poking strange and twisted.
Philip Renoir The inspector looked at the meat fifties into inconsolable crying in the chair upholstered Louis XV turquoise, obviously close to his voluptuous forms, which fell on both sides as pillows complacent. He took arms and helped her up to take the chair huge hall, where almost dropped while cross-examination: - So, Eloise, you found it and, as such, no sooner entered the desktop to open the windows and ventilate the rooms, the inspector-read his notes there was no sign of anyone, only the remains of bourbon glass we find on the desk ... mmm -
- Do me a favor, leave your details, address and phone number to my assistant and does not leave the city until I tell you it's okay. He has apparently been a heart attack but an autopsy will certainty. I say goodbye and in a few minutes to reach a mobile home. -
The woman nodded her head, it was clear that he could not leave her shock and pain, did nothing but mourn and pray alternately or simultaneously. He had served for the past 4 consecutive years.
Philip returned to the desktop as soon as the forensic team concluded the taking of evidence and removed the corpse.
already dark.
turned on the lamp, one of those he loved, English style bronze 2 light with green metal screen and reviewed the agenda of the deceased staff
The name of the charge of Foreign Trade of Argentina Embassy contained there. He had said would arrive at any time.
Carefully smoothed out the graph paper was found caught in the hands of Mercedes Alzaga .... A word had been written there on the top, but it was deleted so that no blue light special "tomapruebas" as he called to the task of studying the crime scene, had been shaping those scribbles.
immediately under another smear, inverted triangle-shaped
then some numbers and letters very hazy, but readable
1-8-1 - limited circumstances
2-9 deception
18 on 9, standing on 5: Another smear
Under another stain intensely red ink that was not been identified, once discarded blood, of course.
The dead woman was a professional numerologist, Kabbalist also well known in Parisian society.
The doorbell rang. Through the door, the hallway, another door, hall and opened: A disturbed and nervous greeted Joaquin with the impeccable technique of a diplomat and went on talking as if he had been wound up - thinking that yesterday, at the same time, I retired I here, I left it in perfect condition, healthy and strong as it ever was .... I can not understand this, even had a heart, I would have known if we did, we were very buddies, very buddies, we told all -
- not out of my stupor - and without air slid and dropped into the chair facing the desk medallion.
- I've been in touch with your solicitor, - said Philip to verify if he had left something arranged. It will come, bringing the will with him. -
not just say that you rang the door bell.
The notary came in with the poker face with all of his profession at such times. He sat in another chair medallion, next Joaquin, who presented his compliments with great distinction and took a testament to his briefcase.
- Is it right that you read it now without the presence of the beneficiaries? - Asked the inspector
. The only beneficiary is located here, said the clerk, pointing to
Joaquin
Renoir's face could not hide a flurry of suspicion that it was collapsing from his eyes from his nostrils, the corners their lips and cheeks flushed slightly.
The same questions continue to haunt him for the rest of the week, where he received the medical report. Cause of death: unknown. Substances present in the body: no, only trace amounts of some food and bourbon (read: no been poisoned). Zero injuries. No trace of violence on his body. I had not had sex for at least the last 72 hours. All the organs in perfect condition. Some dilation of the pupils convey to us a sort of last overwhelmed or surprised. The cardio - respiratory was the logical outcome.
Renoir looked for the umpteenth time slip grid,
1-8-1 - limited circumstances
deception 2-9
- here was something more to see, now there is another smear, but if this is what I have guarded, how could erase the ink?, I will keep in the right drawer of my desk, and I to lock it every day, this should not happen - ... the inspector jealously guarded the paper inside the notebook case and keying Alzaga drawer.
Nadine had thinned sharply. The black man who wore religiously since her newborn baby died of sudden death, did not help to hide I thin that was just the opposite. Joaquin was looking at the long legs of the girl and for a moment felt like. He came over and patted his head. How do I ask? I do not think you're in the mood for a romp.
The girl burst into tears, did nothing to mourn and runny lately.
-I must confess something, "he said looking at him with eyes swollen and red from tears
He felt a chill down her back, her gaze had mutated, looked up to rage with a vengeance not know what "the baby was not yours," he heard her say. - I do not know who might be her father, for sure, that orgy at the home of the Chifflet, the you could not come at another of your "unexpected occupations, I had not taken my diaphragm but did not think to take a chance .... There was too much ecstasy and alcohol. The next day, just 1 month traveled to Stockholm and from there you went for 2 weeks to Brussels and back you stop to rest at the house of Pierre in Le Touquet for a couple of days more
When you came back I knew she was pregnant -
Joaquin did not know what to ask.
not ask anything.
Mercedes recalled the anguish of the night before his death. A sweet rose just released him by the chest to the throat - Merche sure came to suspect the trick, and not enough to tell me or not thought fit. - I miss her. We made a cute couple Joa thought, as he had been doing for the past 10 years, time in which only dedicated to the conquest of young girls, healthy .. frivolous delaying for a quieter age that couple with the witch.
Renoir The inspector took off the raincoat and ordered a double espresso. Ladino What rain!, Had taken almost unnoticed as most raging in the streets Turenne, against the wind and soaked despite all predictions
news I read the book when he was called by phone with the final details of a judicial process that was in person. - Wait, Your Honor, once I confirm the homes seized, "he said, while stirring the right drawer looking for the book. He used books to each case, where all data painstakingly detailed and impressions that seem important or relevant. Era thorough the inspector, there was no doubt. A paper slid to one side of the box, literally flying through the air, planning a little as if it were a comet and dropping a few feet away, at the foot of the main cabinet. While the data gave the judge, kept his eyes on the paper, as if hypnotized.
hung up and walked to the paper, raised it and recognized the inverted triangle and doodles of the dead numerologist 5 months ago. What was his name? Ah, yes, Mercedes Alzaga, Argentina diplomat friend of the same nationality.
All intrigue, he said, and smoothed out the graph paper, which handled almost always roll up, Wow, something is missing here, mmm, there is only a doodle, other numbers have been erased, are mere unreadable spots.
a rainy night in April, Philip Renoir, Inspector of the Surete, repeatedly revising a piece of graph paper, that under an inverted triangle blurred, showed only a few patches and the following legend:
1-8-1 - limited circumstances.
had struck twelve bells and a new year was greeted with great fanfare. Paris was lit from head to foot, earning the nickname of the Old City of Light as never before
Joaquin closed the little secretaire where lots of invitations would sleep the sleep of death.
His last hours in the French capital were the worst of his life.
Totally gone gray, stooped by arthritis and herniated disc, carrying 60 years representing a dozen more, gathered their luggage at the door of the mansion he had occupied for three decades.
forced early retirement and came to cover a series of unfortunate events that had occurred in his diplomatic work, small mistakes that seemed to hold together some kind of correction policy and a series of items which were considered unjustified art magic, suddenly made him return to his country, his head bowed as he plays the loser.
To make matters worse, an incredible snip your pay is considered just left a passable entry in their country of origin, their bank accounts were frozen until they take a final decision on financial matters placed on the mat and walked mood dark underground tunnels of his consciousness.
depressive, sick and incredibly weak, did nothing to repeat image after image of important facts of his life in Paris, city \u200b\u200bof the slate roof and the gray and blue autumn.
would now be sitting in front of the fireplace, feeling crackling logs, with Mercedes Alzaga sitting beside him, sipping a bourbon with a single bit of ice.
The woman destined to enjoy her maturity, who died without warning, leaving him alone in front of all the struggles he had to face in the future. The baby's death that he believed his son, the deceitfulness of Eloise , embezzlement at the embassy, \u200b\u200btheir victimization and helplessness .... the return to Buenos Aires unnoticed
The bell rang abruptly removing it from his thoughts, the driver sat the luggage in the trunk and left him at the airport ... ... ... .. Joaquin came a day after Buenos Aires.
Renoir was a big headache with legs.
Too much alcohol mixture, too much food, too many years ....
he could not disengage from duty.
Nor have allowed it.
- My New Year's gift, Inspector - said the officer on duty bringing you a package smaller than the red tape that dolled. "Puro motif, thought Philip, sure it is a new book, as happens every year.
- Thanks, canau, very friendly -
automatically opened her drawer and right to accommodate the new book given away
could not help being startled when the paper was thrown as by an invisible hand and giving several turns in the air, was placed gently at the foot of the closet
This time knew it was the Mercedes Alzaga grid paper.
had no doubt.
not hesitated to open it to check what was missing this time.
was as if he had been waiting since the last time, years ago.
I carefully unrolled and smoothed out, as ritualistic, as never before and as usual now.
was blank
not even noticed the inverted triangle
Much less spots or smears.
- If I tell you this, I will be mad -
Best left him well.
lit his cigarette and walked the same match to the corner of the paper, which is wrapped in a yellow flame with lots of blue. He left in the ashtray ... until the graph paper was turned into ashes.
Note: The illustration has Fraga
Fraga, Francisco Garcia Aldape (1964), was born in Saltillo, Coahuila, MEXICO.
Graduated from the Faculty of Communication Sciences at the Autonomous University of Coahuila. ;
is an illustrator, graphic designer and cartoonist.
editorial board currently publishes comic books and Don Ramirito and Los Cocolazos and the Waves Fraguianas humor cartoons, in newspapers and magazines in the country and some overseas media.
collaborates with illustrations for various print and electronic media.
Recently, Fraga has dabbled in art works exhibitions.
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