That day, as we walked home from the picnic with the Seventh Day Adventist community, Pug become talkative, wanting to open up a conversation with me that she had apparently been rehearsing with herself for a while. “Juni,” she said carefully, “I want to discuss something with you but, I don`t want you to get vex with me or get so upset with me.“ I braced myself for what I thought was the inevitable. She then continued gathering a little more strength in her voice.”It is that I want to tell you that I want a separation because I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
She then stopped me dead in my tracks from our walk home home by saying, “Look, I don’t want you to get vex with me, but let us part as friends…because while you was working at the ranch I met a Chinaman that have a lot of money, and I don’t want you to mess up my thing.” Even then I remained calm acting as though I had been thinking over what she was suggesting. If I claimed to be surprised by this revelation from Pug, I would be a liar. I was almost expecting it. “Chinaman” and “a lot of money,” they seemed to go with her. The whole scenario seemed to go with her character but, not with mine.
After that I thought about my encounter with “the putería crew” and would not respond to her request right away. We hesitated for a while on that quiet bush road along the coast being the solitary figures on it that afternoon;just the three of us. I feigned listening to her and the final words of our parting but instead found the sound of the nearby surf more interesting.
This story continues.