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whenever a man entered our street (actually a cul-desac that made an elbow in the middle), he would inevitably see, no matter what the hour of day, a womans head
disappearing behind a door. A stranger wouldnt pay much
attention to this occurrence. At most he might experience
that mild perturbation caused by the sight of a womans
face, half-concealed. He would continue on his way, without remarking that the door wasnt closed all the way, that
a greedy stare pursued him, and that the head reemerged to
note which house he stopped in front of. But an intimate of
the place would know what was going on and with whom
he was dealing. Amused or annoyed, sometimes even indignant, he would suffer the stare clinging to his back, marking the details of what he wore, gauging the weight of his
shopping bag. Because the men of those days were terribly
discreet, however, not one would turn around to confirm
that he was being watched and confront the guilty party.
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ple, the first words his father said to his mother on waking. Each time I returned from an errand she called me
over and asked about my parents, grandparents, and cousins, sifting through my shopping bag all the while. Piece
by piece she extracted information about every member
of the family. And to tell the truth, I never complained, for
while speaking with me she would also stroke my hair and
arrange the collar of my shirt. How many secrets I gave
away, all innocently!
The wife of R. had no children.When the dog from the
house at the end of the cul-de-sac came out for his walk,
he would pause for a moment at her door and she would
run her hands gently through his fur, no doubt regretting
that he hadnt been given the gift of speech.
Her husband, an exceptionally discreet man, always neat
and proper, enjoyed everyones high opinion. Children
adored him because he recognized their right to play outdoors. For in fact the street didnt belong to us. As soon as
someone signaled an adults approach, we hurried back into
our homes, and the street, which a moment before had rung
with our shouts and games, became empty and silent as if by
magic. Every adult male had authority over the children, his
own as well as his neighbors, and when he surprised them in
the middle of playing he would take away their little toys
marbles, jacks, or spinning tops, depending on the season.As
for balls, he would plunge his nails into them and with a grimace of rage tear them all to pieces (adults, God knows why,
were especially abusive toward balls). R. never disturbed
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