"Just as soon as I can, I'll go with you to Guadalajara, just as soon as the railroad operates again. They'll be running cars soon. You'll be all right there, with María. You mustn't stay here." He remembered the newspaper account of street fighting, and asked himself where she should go to be safe.
"Can I take Vicente with me?"
He wanted to encourage her as much as possible. "If you want to, take him," he said.
"Surely the troubled times won't last long," she said, hoping.
She wanted to sob into her pillows: she peered at shadows created by the evening lamp, curious forms on the ceiling: she separated the forms: evil faces, women's faces, Estelle laughing at her, everyone ridiculing her for being so weak. She buried herself in her pillows.
"Raul, Raul," she whispered. "Chavela told me what took place at Refugio.... Take me away."
17
Morning sun polished one of the wooden dragons on Fernando's wardrobe.
"... I can remember Andrea. As blind as I am, I can see her. I wanted to marry her, but you know all that folly. That was the year we got almost no corn at all." Bitterness and rotten teeth and food left over from breakfast clogged his speech and yet Angelina understood him and listened because she felt sick and lonely.