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Having got through the worst
period of my life so far, I got back to normal for a boy my age.
The next Saturday Linda and I
went to the movie again and Marly and her boyfriend were sitting three rows in
front of us. Things were going well when I saw Marly slap her boyfriend, and
say some angry words in a whispered tone which I couldn't understand. He got up
abruptly and left while Marly stayed and sat alone.
She walked home with Linda
and me. They lagged back and were talking while I impatiently walked ahead. Finally I just walked on home while they were
engaged in some private girl talk. Neither Linda nor Marly would answer me when
I asked what they were talking so serious about.
After a while I gathered Marley’s
friend had gotten too fresh and went too far. When I told her I was going to
beat him up she said, “Just forget it for that was the last of him as far as I
am concerned.”
I said, “If he calls you
again let me talk to him or he bothers you at school let me know and I will put
a stop to it.” As it turned out she wasn't bothered by him any more.
I asked Noonan if he had any
more stories he could tell me and he said, “Did I ever tell you about moving to
Mexico
and marrying a Mexican girl?”
I said, “No, I don't think
so.” He said, “It was a number of years
ago when I lived in San Diego
California . There were two women
fighting over me, each of which thought I was her man.
That may have been my fault
because when I had a couple of drinks I didn't know what I was doing. Sometimes I would ask a woman to marry me and
that got me in a lot of trouble. As it
turned out both of them set a date for us to wed and as it happened it was the
same date for both ladies. Each of them
came from big families and I mean they were a lot of them and their brothers
were monsters.
I knew I couldn't marry both
so I crossed the border into Mexico
and went south to a small town. It wasn't long before I knew many families, and
was invited to wed the older
sister. Accordingly to their standards she was too old to attract most men for
they all wanted teenagers for wives.
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It didn't bother me that she
was twenty four or five or even twenty six. I never knew for sure how old she
was, because that was a family secret.
Her name Alisa and she did
most of the cooking for the family and they insisted I move in with them for
they didn't want to lose their cook. Outside of getting a little wood for
cooking and a few chores I didn't have to do much of anything.
I still remember the first
time I ate her cooking. I took a big bite of something and at first I tasted
the delicious flavor of the food and a few seconds later the hot seasoning hit
me. Those peppers took the skin off of the inside of my mouth. After a few days
I could tolerate the heat although the scarring that took place damaged my
palate somewhat.
He said that although we were
married she never slept with me, and I thought that was strange for Mexican
girls are known for being quite passionate.
I thought well after all I had everything else I needed, and it was siesta time most often for me. Then something strange happened. She was going to have a baby.
At first it must be a miracle
until I found out she had a boyfriend. As it turned out I wasn't married to her
after all. The guy who was supposed to be a priest wasn't a priest at all, and
she was really married to a fellow her father hated. When the father found out
what was going on, at first he blamed me.
I explained that I was as
surprised as he was. To make a longer explanation shorter he told me to leave,
and her real husband moved in.
I wanted to get out of there before someone did harm to me, so I caught an old bus to Ciudad Juárez and then crossed over to
Oh Lawd!
To be Continued
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