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Tenoch lives in an old house that once belonged to the master of the Rancho del Diablo. It is white and immense, but the rooms themselves are rather small. His wife decorates compulsively, and rather badly. The rancho itself is in bits and pieces that belong to Tenoch’s neighbors.
He has people over often, and tries to remember their names. They are all important members of society, except for those that feed and clean up after the rest of them. Julio would have laughed at him for this.
Sometimes Julio’s sister comes to visit. She does not laugh.
On summer days the heat makes everything shimmer, the pale house glow like a phantasmic palace. Sound seems deadened, travels slowly, and the ringing of an old-fashioned dinner bell summons the family to dinner much later than usual. There are no children, and when there are no guests the table holds only Tenoch and his soft, green-eyed wife.
He swims through his days, and the slow pressure of time seems to be molding him into some sun-bleached sculpture, an echo fossilizing.
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He has people over often, and tries to remember their names. They are all important members of society, except for those that feed and clean up after the rest of them. Julio would have laughed at him for this.
Sometimes Julio’s sister comes to visit. She does not laugh.
On summer days the heat makes everything shimmer, the pale house glow like a phantasmic palace. Sound seems deadened, travels slowly, and the ringing of an old-fashioned dinner bell summons the family to dinner much later than usual. There are no children, and when there are no guests the table holds only Tenoch and his soft, green-eyed wife.
He swims through his days, and the slow pressure of time seems to be molding him into some sun-bleached sculpture, an echo fossilizing.
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