All was quiet again in the evening, everyone went to their homes. I did not see Senor Rodriguez or Senorita Pepita that day, just the two cops, policemen sitting at the table and talking and drinking something. I noticed they had a deck of cards and I thought: this is getting exciting, maybe I can win some money so I can get that Wayuu dress I want. I have very few Bolívares, so I have to be very good, or they have to be very bad!
Ola Officer Pedro! He responded, Señora? Is Pepe okay? Sientese. Thank you, I will. Then came Carlos, now there three card players with Juan there. I said, “So now we are four is good for playing poker no? “
Pepe agreed, “Si señora, you take the dice and tirelos to see who deals!” Bueno, I picked up the dice and rolled them fast and I had the biggest number, double six, so I dealt the cards. Juan pulled a bottle of rum out of the bag he had with him (a mochila) and passed it around discretely, while Pepe made sure to give me a glass too.
An empty sardine can was our ashtray, and we smoked and played for hours I was tired and nervous that if I won too much they would get pissed off at me , so I said I was tired and needed to go to bed. I had made some extra Bolívares that I did no have before! Well, we sure did finish the bottle that night; and to my surprise they were very much the gentlemen and did not say nothing outrageous or crude, simply saying goodnight. Pepe only said, “Señora be prepared- that there may be lot of noise tonight, this is Saturday and there will be a lot of rum and aguardiente (these is the local cheap alcoholic beverage) and ” muchos accidentes. ” I could only imagine what he meant, but I said, “I understand, okay? Buenas noches, gracias” and I went off the bed with my winnings.
But as soon I was sound asleep on my comfy but dirty hammock, (have to wash it tomorrow), the noise started up: drunk people with bandages still in:
after they were attended to by the medics; I don’t know what they were doing there, but they were making lots of racket.
When it cooled off a little and everyone was back where they were supposed to be, Pepe knocked on my door and said, “I have a surprise for you!” He handed me this little black bundle of fur– My kitten! “He was right by the main street door, you want him?” Si , si! Back on my hammock I had the sweetest sleep in a long time, with this little thing purring into my ears, it sounded just like a lullaby!!!!
And the week went in and out, and it was next Saturday. By then I hand a Wayee Indian black dress with the winnings of my gambling every night, a party accompanied always by rum or aguardiente or sometimes cheap vodka.
This is the third week in this reten (holding place jail), with some medical nurse por mainer things , the series once of course stay in hospitals, not here,. After they area will, then they bring them here.
I still hadn’t heard or seen a familiar face and to tell the true I really did not worried or care I hand booze, cigarettes , gambling and thats all I care at the moment.
Saturday before they close the milk giving and all paper worked in all this accidentes , people either went home some and others not ,The secretary Pepita came to my room, my I came on , of course,( is your place I thought to myself,) They worked until 11 in Saturdays and invited me to the office of Licenciado Rodriguez, which by now was familiar to me, with me almost being a working person here for free. “Si Senor, at your service,” I said. “Please sit down. Are they treating you good?” So. of course Senor Licenciado si!” I called you in, for this reason; my wife asked me to ask you if you would like to go to the Cathedral tomorrow, where? is Sunday and is going to be a good service? We would be happy to take you, in our custody of course.” “Yes yes ( thank your God) yes if that is possible? I would love to go with your charming wife and yourself, Senor Licenciado!”