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robe, never giving a thought to her hair or face. Nothing mattered but agony. For Pilar to come far from her past depths then degenerate was tragic. She realized the self-inflicted punishment when the nap ended at six o’clock.
Pilar agreed with Tomayo. She must think of the children, her Achilles heel. What would happen to them if something happened to her? By killing Steinerman and going to jail solves one problem and creates another…a horror.
Then she transformed into the new Pilar again. A hot bath cleansed her mind and body. By the time Tomayo arrived, she looked and felt beautiful. Her attitude the remainder of the evening stayed happy, positive, and receptive to Tomayo’s company, humor, and conversation.
That night she ignored thinking about Steinerman.
Thoughts of Tomayo kept her awake.
The drive to the presidential retreat saturated with mixed emotions and blessings, an opportune time to see her beloved uncle and have a direct involvement in Argentina’s affairs of State. Confident of persuading her uncle, Pilar looked forward to seeing him again. The ugly vision of war clouds and tyranny creeping over her country was priority to dissipate. Yet, she reasoned, she wasn’t an immediate threat and Steinerman had no reason to panic or suspect her, a temporary visitor.
Pilar realized Steinerman would turn paranoid if he saw her talking in private for any duration to her uncle and needed to soften the paranoia, to stand up to him when necessary and avoid anything emotional or erratic to reveal her knowing that he murdered Carlos. She must inform her uncle.
The limousine headed northwest to the pampas first running along a road bordered by tall grass until slowing near a clump of jacaranda trees to make a right turn. Up ahead about a mile away, she saw the sprawling two-story villa and its red Spanish tile roof.
An armed military guard opened electronic gates for the limo to enter the landscaped grounds behind an eight-foot wall surrounding the property. President Rafael deLorenzo waited as they weaved through the long driveway to the clearing. Grinning, he waved as they pulled in. President deLorenzo, handsome, tall, in his late sixties with a full head of white hair, stood erect defying the years.
“Hello, hello!”
They waved back.
Pilar exited first and kissed him. His enthusiastic hug lifted and spun her around.
“Pilar, you look magnificent.”
“Uncle Rafael, you haven’t changed. You still throw me around like a towel.”
He laughed heartily.
Esmeralda collected the children, and they waited by the limousine.
“My how the children have grown,” Rafael exclaimed. He approached Andres. “Andres, do you remember me?”
“Yes, sir. Uncle Rafael.” Rafael hugged him.
“Andres, you’re getting to be a big boy. Are you taking good care of your mother?”
Andres nodded. Rafael patted his head.
“And how is my beautiful, Sorel?” Sorel giggled. “Come on, give me a big hug.”
Sorel put her arms around him when he crouched in front of her.
“How about you, Sorel, do you remember me?”
“Yes. I have your picture in my room.”
“You do?” His eyes widened with exaggeration.
“Yes, Uncle Rafael. I also brought you something.”
“You did?” He looked at Pilar. She shrugged.
Sorel opened her little purse and pulled out her picture.
“Here, this is for you to always remember what I look like.”
Rafael accepted with affection and smiled.
“Your picture is a wonderful gift, Sorel. Thank you.”
He hugged her. Pilar savored the scene.
Then he looked at Roberto hiding behind Sorel.
“How about you, Roberto, are you going to say hello?” Roberto looked expressionless at his mother. “Come on, Roberto,” Uncle Rafael coached. “Do you remember me?” Roberto’s body swayed sideways to answer in the negative. “Are you afraid of me?” Roberto swayed again. “Then why don’t you come over here and give me a hug.”
Roberto crept out and kissed him on the
Pilar agreed with Tomayo. She must think of the children, her Achilles heel. What would happen to them if something happened to her? By killing Steinerman and going to jail solves one problem and creates another…a horror.
Then she transformed into the new Pilar again. A hot bath cleansed her mind and body. By the time Tomayo arrived, she looked and felt beautiful. Her attitude the remainder of the evening stayed happy, positive, and receptive to Tomayo’s company, humor, and conversation.
That night she ignored thinking about Steinerman.
Thoughts of Tomayo kept her awake.
The drive to the presidential retreat saturated with mixed emotions and blessings, an opportune time to see her beloved uncle and have a direct involvement in Argentina’s affairs of State. Confident of persuading her uncle, Pilar looked forward to seeing him again. The ugly vision of war clouds and tyranny creeping over her country was priority to dissipate. Yet, she reasoned, she wasn’t an immediate threat and Steinerman had no reason to panic or suspect her, a temporary visitor.
Pilar realized Steinerman would turn paranoid if he saw her talking in private for any duration to her uncle and needed to soften the paranoia, to stand up to him when necessary and avoid anything emotional or erratic to reveal her knowing that he murdered Carlos. She must inform her uncle.
The limousine headed northwest to the pampas first running along a road bordered by tall grass until slowing near a clump of jacaranda trees to make a right turn. Up ahead about a mile away, she saw the sprawling two-story villa and its red Spanish tile roof.
An armed military guard opened electronic gates for the limo to enter the landscaped grounds behind an eight-foot wall surrounding the property. President Rafael deLorenzo waited as they weaved through the long driveway to the clearing. Grinning, he waved as they pulled in. President deLorenzo, handsome, tall, in his late sixties with a full head of white hair, stood erect defying the years.
“Hello, hello!”
They waved back.
Pilar exited first and kissed him. His enthusiastic hug lifted and spun her around.
“Pilar, you look magnificent.”
“Uncle Rafael, you haven’t changed. You still throw me around like a towel.”
He laughed heartily.
Esmeralda collected the children, and they waited by the limousine.
“My how the children have grown,” Rafael exclaimed. He approached Andres. “Andres, do you remember me?”
“Yes, sir. Uncle Rafael.” Rafael hugged him.
“Andres, you’re getting to be a big boy. Are you taking good care of your mother?”
Andres nodded. Rafael patted his head.
“And how is my beautiful, Sorel?” Sorel giggled. “Come on, give me a big hug.”
Sorel put her arms around him when he crouched in front of her.
“How about you, Sorel, do you remember me?”
“Yes. I have your picture in my room.”
“You do?” His eyes widened with exaggeration.
“Yes, Uncle Rafael. I also brought you something.”
“You did?” He looked at Pilar. She shrugged.
Sorel opened her little purse and pulled out her picture.
“Here, this is for you to always remember what I look like.”
Rafael accepted with affection and smiled.
“Your picture is a wonderful gift, Sorel. Thank you.”
He hugged her. Pilar savored the scene.
Then he looked at Roberto hiding behind Sorel.
“How about you, Roberto, are you going to say hello?” Roberto looked expressionless at his mother. “Come on, Roberto,” Uncle Rafael coached. “Do you remember me?” Roberto’s body swayed sideways to answer in the negative. “Are you afraid of me?” Roberto swayed again. “Then why don’t you come over here and give me a hug.”
Roberto crept out and kissed him on the
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