Free One Out of Two by Daniel Sada Page A

hypocrisy was born: between the twins: how unbecoming!: and although they sensed it, they didn’t utter a peep about this dreary development because they wanted to avoid, they thought, a probably foolish confrontation. Their usual kindnesses: everything they had so diligently nurtured to avoid anger between them, now—and this now looms quite large—: they no longer cared; they had vaguely fallen in love, like two capricious adolescents, and that’s why they were teetering on the verge of hysteria … Well, really because there was a subject they couldn’t broach between them: the blessed nuptials, the critical future.
    The big proposal: which Sunday would it come? To wait: but for how long? … It’s just that sometimes Oscar, when sitting on one of the tree trunks next to his beloved, would suddenly stare off into the horizon, as if the colors of the afternoon held the key to the tribute he would pay. Tense moments when he’d babble incoherently, and, not daring to mention marriage, would turn to his favorite subject: the weaning of she-goats and the complications that arise from the fattening of swine, as well as his alabastrine desire to one day open, next to any road whatsoever, a huge restaurant for truckers only, serving carnes adobadas and fresh tortillas, where there would be a jukebox and a dance floor and some shabby sluts—who would double as grub-slingers—available for pickup.
    A great business venture, maybe.
    Oscar churned the project over in his mind with a daring that bordered on madness, but his plans didn’t include his Constitución, who could, after all, be put in charge of the kitchen; maybe he didn’t because he thought that a good wife should stay at home, taking care of her brood.
    Frankly, Gloria was not the least bit interested in such blather, but Constitución found it amusing. As for the former: the takeaway from all this was to feel loved by a real man until the day death put an end to the pleasure, to have him always near, to love him with determination, and now she’d had her chance … What else could she ask for? Whereas the other was interested in quickly starting a family before she got too old. So, when she studied her boyfriend’s features, she sketched in her mind the faces of her children.
    These discrepancies, even if conveniently concealed, led to the Gamal sisters becoming a bit rude. A hint of rude, because words never wound as much as deeds, and accordingly, a lack of consideration, or a certain indifference, became more pronounced as the days went by. Shouldering her own plan, each forgot she had an equal, and their similarity slowly became an obstacle: like putty in their conscience; so, in the shop—the first to wake up went early to open. And washing and leaving (quickly dressed) without telling the other—they could work all morning without once looking at each other; at home: remote: at lunch and dinner, each staring at her own meager plate, though still—more to be cynical than urbane—one would make as if to share with her twin her small portion of poached eggs in salsa or her frijoles charros or whatever morsel she had; and above all: when it came to outings with their beau, she who was left behind to twiddle her thumbs, also sealed her lips: the idle one, she who was consigned to her bedroom.
    Intentionally or not, they slowly became opponents, though despite the magnitude of their jealousy and ingratitude, the knot of their shared lives had not shaken loose.
    At bedtime, they were nothing but two ghostly and ataxic monkeys furtively wrapping themselves in sheets and blankets with the falsest possible modesty. And then their dreams, in some ways the same, might have corresponded to their predictions, which each safeguarded as if it were a favorite ornament, safeguarded to avoid wounding her other half. Picturing themselves far away or picturing themselves together, but always with Oscar: which one? On the off chance that he would accept a rather peculiar