Some things last for a long time, but none is forever, this is true of the deserts and the mountains, and also of human affairs
“Those were happy days; don’t think I have any regrets,” she continued in a quiet, reflexive mood. “Evidently, as the years went by, I began to go to school. My daily routine changed, for now, I incorporated the school in the mornings and my piano lessons, in the afternoon. Nonetheless, curiously, in a certain way, things began to take their course and my life continued basically in the same form, without almost any change.”
“I was eight years old, at the time,” his wife continued with certain nostalgia in her melodious voice. “It was my second year in grammar school. Then, came the moment in which my life changed unexpectedly.” Felipe had artistically prepared the plate of cheeses. He enjoyed these quiet, intimate moments that they shared together, immensely. Well he thoughtfully uncorked the bottle of wine, he was listening attentively to his young wife.
“It began with the sudden, unforeseen death of our second-grade teacher. Out of the blue, from one day to another, she stopped being perfectly… and she died on us. Death was a vague, remote concept for me at that stage in my life.”
Felipe stopped what he was doing abruptly, as he turned around to face his wife. The sudden shift in the conversation had surprised him, as well as intrigued him also.
“How can that be, my love? And, how did she woman die?” he asked. “I imagine that she was quite old and probably died exhausted from battling with so many naughty little girls,” he added with a smile, in an effort to alleviate the sinister mood in the air.
“Yes, she was a terribly old woman, the poor thing. She was a venerable, elderly old lady, and God only knows why she was still teaching at that impressively advanced old age of twenty-five. How does that strike you, my love? Such an incredible feat…”
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