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The Passing of Miss Ethel Levy

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The silence between Pug and me spoke for itself that day.  She had searched my face diligently as we walked on that lonely country road, going home with the baby boy. Then we both stopped for her to shift the baby boy to her other. Suddenly I said, “Since you don’t want to have anything to do with me anymore, tell me, how am I going to get money to make it back to Colon?” She took her time and then insisted, “My family don’t want me to have anything to do with you Juni, but the Chinaman has promised me some money. Furthermore, he even knows about you going to be a teacher soon, and all that.” Continue reading

Better Off Than With the Likes of Me

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Image thanks to quotehd.com

By now I realized why I had been out of synch whenever I tried to speak to Pug about what was making her so unhappy and the issues that had soured our “love.” But no matter how often I tried, it was fruitless as she would not respond to me, or anyone else, about what it was I had done so wrong to embitter her. Even to this day it is a mystery to me. I did continue, however, to mentally seek to know the hidden side of the things that had suddenly spoiled our lives. I began blaming it on her love of putería, or whoring which I tended to forget in my naivete. Continue reading

A Sordid Lifestyle

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Added to our poor marital relationship, Pug and I had started showing our disaffection by disavowing to ourselves and others that we had ever been a couple. Time and circumstance would reveal to me that my dilemma would have to remain a “quiet” issue for as long as I could endure. It was plain as day, however, that that child that I had registered as being mine, in reality was not. But, I quietly tried to remain positive about accepting the child as mine while Pug remained adamant in never wanting to divulge to anyone what was secretly ailing her and keeping her in a constant foul mood against me. Continue reading

The Lure of Strange Women

Our crew would lay the network of cables to carry away the harvested bananas.  image.

Our crew would lay the network of cables to carry away the harvested bananas. image.

I had started working in a distant field with two young Spanish speaking boys who were about my age. They talked about visiting the whorehouses all the time. On one of those days when we almost had the job done a Company Supervisor came riding an agricultural tractor and turned in near us, turned off the motor and walked away into the nearby Banana Plantation. We understood then that soon this field would be harvested. My two companions kept up their conversation about the whores at a nearby brothel and suddenly jumped on the unattended tractor and took off, waving at me and shouting, “We will see you after lunch amigo!” I knew perfectly well where they were going. Continue reading