The Bad Girl

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Authors: Mario Vargas Llosa
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a cup of coffee for old
    times' sake.
    "Not now, my husband's expecting me," she said, mockingly.
    "He's a diplomat and works here in the French delegation.
    Tomorrow at eleven, at Les Deux Magots. You know the place, don't
    you?"
    I was awake for a long time that night, thinking about her and
    about Aunt Alberta. When I finally managed to get to sleep, I had a
    wild nightmare about the two of them ferociously attacking each
    other, indifferent to my pleas that they resolve their dispute like
    civilized people. The fight was due to my aunt Alberta accusing the
    Chilean girl of stealing her new name from a character in Flaubert. I
    awoke agitated, sweating, while it was still dark and a cat was
    yowling.
    When I arrived at Les Deux Magots, Madame Robert Arnoux was
    already there, at a table on the terrace protected by a glass partition,
    smoking with an ivory cigarette holder and drinking a cup of coffee.
    She looked like a model out of Vogue, dressed all in yellow, with
    white shoes and a flowered parasol. The change in her was truly
    extraordinary.
    "Are you still in love with me?" was her opening remark, to break
    the ice.
    "The worst thing is that I think I am," I admitted, feeling my
    cheeks flush. "And if I weren't, I'd fall in love all over again today.
    You've turned into a very beautiful woman, and an extremely
    elegant one. I see you and don't believe what I see, bad girl."
    "Now you see what you lost because you're a coward," she
    replied, her honey-colored eyes glistening with mocking sparks as
    she intentionally exhaled a mouthful of smoke in my face. "If you
    had said yes that time I proposed staying with you, I'd be your wife
    now. But you didn't want to get in trouble with your friend Comrade
    Jean, and you sent me off to Cuba. You missed the opportunity of a
    lifetime, Ricardito."
    "Can't this be resolved? Can't I search my conscience, suffer
    from heartache, and promise to reform?"
    "It's too late now, good boy. What kind of match for the wife of a
    French diplomat can a little pissant translator for UNESCO be?"
    She didn't stop smiling as she spoke, moving her mouth with a
    more refined flirtatiousness than I remembered. Contemplating her
    prominent, sensual lips, lulled by the music of her voice, I had an
    enormous desire to kiss her. I felt my heart beat faster.
    "Well, if you can no longer be my wife, there's always the
    possibility of our being lovers."
    "I'm a faithful spouse, the perfect wife," she assured me,
    pretending to be serious. And with no transition: "What happened to
    Comrade Jean? Did he go back to Peru to make the revolution?"
    "Several months ago. I haven't heard anything about him or the
    others. And I haven't read or heard of any guerrillas there. Those
    revolutionary castles in the air probably turned into smoke. And all
    the guerrillas went back home and forgot about it."
    We talked for almost two hours. Naturally, she assured me the
    love affair with Comandante Chacon had been nothing but the
    gossip of the Peruvians in Havana; in reality, she and the
    comandante had only been good friends. She refused to tell me
    anything about her military training, and, as always, avoided making
    any political comments or giving me details regarding her life on the
    island. Her only Cuban love had been the charge d'affaires at the
    French embassy, Robert Arnoux, now her husband, who had been
    promoted to advisory minister. Weak with laughter and
    retrospective anger, she told me about the bureaucratic obstacles
    they had to overcome to marry, because it was almost unthinkable
    in Cuba that a scholarship recipient would leave her training. But in
    this regard it was certainly true that Comandante Chacon had been
    "loving" and helped her defeat the damn bureaucracy.
    "I'd wager anything you went to bed with that damn
    comandante."
    "Are you jealous?"
    I said yes, very. And that she was so attractive I'd sell my soul to
    the devil, I'd do anything if I could make love to her, or even just
    kiss her. I

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