Sunday

Sylvia Holstein put a hand over her eyes, so that the light wouldn't bother her, and looked at Johanna inquisitively. She had a daughter the same age. This is why she understood Johanna well, why she respected her as if she were her own daughter; this empathy saved her words. Now she noticed Johanna's uneasiness. She had told her that Daniel Plaza was coming, but this wasn't about her forgetting to give Johanna an update; it was simply about a man coming between two women, and the consequences that this could bring. More than anything, in regards to the garden that Johanna took care of with such great care; she really liked to listen to the classical radio stations lying down below the glycine vine, tell Gosh the most outrageous secrets, and live her life without ever feeling observed. Trust had dealt them the roles of a mother and adopted daughter. Not a day went by that they didn't eat together and provide each other with mutual company. And if this changed because of a man, it was then a matter of facing reality. She had looked for a tenant for the other half of the bungalow for reasons other than money, but she didn't tell Johanna this. She kept it to herself.

"Stop worrying about what will change from now on. I am sure that you will love to meet him?"
"Give me one reason."
"When you give me one reason why this is a bad idea."
"I don't like men. Maybe it just comes down to that."




Sylvia Holstein se puso una mano sobre los ojos, para que no la molestara la luz del sol, y la miró inquisitiva. Tenía una hija de la misma edad. Por eso la entendía bien, porque la respetaba como si fuera su hija. Y esa empatía le servía para ahorrarse las palabras. Ahora tomaba nota de su turbación. Ya le avisó de la llegada de Daniel Plaza, pero no era que se le olvidara de ponerla al corriente; simplemente, se trataba de su condición de hombre entre dos mujeres, de las consecuencias que eso acarrearía. Sobre todo en el jardín que Johanna cuidaba con tanto esmero; le gustaba escuchar las emisoras de música clásica tumbada bajo la glicina, contarle las confidencias más escandalosas a Gosh y hacer vida sin sentirse nunca observada... Porque la confianza había repartido los roles de una madre con una hija adoptada. No pasaba un día en que no comieran juntas y se hicieran mutua compañía. Y si eso cambiaba por un hombre, entonces era cuestión de afrontar la realidad. Había buscado un inquilino para la otra mitad del bungalow por otras razones en las cuales no entraba el dinero, pero eso no se lo diría a Johanna. Se lo reservaba para sí.

"Deja de preocuparte por lo que cambiará a partir de hoy. Estoy segura que te encantará conocerlo..."
"Dame una razón."
"Cuando tú me des una para no proponértelo."
"No me gustan los hombres. Quizá todo se reduce a eso."
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