if I just â¦â
âArrived?â
âYes,â said Omar. âI didnât know what to do. Itâs been very difficult to get here. But I can come back. If you tell me when, I can come back, and we can talk then. Is there a time I can come back to talk to you?â
âAnd whereâwhere are you staying?â
Omar looked around, as if a hotel might suddenly present itself. âI donât know,â he said. âSomewhere near here, I hope. Is there a hotel in town?â
âNo,â said Arden.
âWell, there must be one somewhere,â said Omar, almost petulantly. âIf youâll tell me when to come back, Iâll go and find a place to stay.â
âBut youâre on foot,â said Arden. âAnd there isnât a place for miles. Who drove you here?â
Omar looked back at the road, but the car had long since disappeared. âI donât know. A man I met in Ansina. I gave him five hundred pesos.â
âFive hundred pesos! Youâre crazy.â
âYes,â said Omar. âIt seemed a lot. But there was no other way to get here.â
âNo,â said Arden. âI suppose there wasnât, not from Ansina. But now that youâre here thereâs nowhere else for you to go. So you might as well come up to the house with us. You can stay there until we can get you back into town.â
âBut I donât want to intrude. Really, I can sleep outdoors, or something.â
âDonât be ridiculous,â said Arden. âYou cannot sleep outdoors. Look at you. Come up to the house. Here, put your suitcase in the wheelbarrow.â
Omar put his suitcase and knapsack in the wheelbarrow, and
then began wheeling it up the rutted drive, behind the girl and woman. He felt exhausted, too tired to even worry about making a good impression.
âWhy did you take the bus to Ansina? Why didnât you come to Tranqueras?â asked Arden.
âNo one in Montevideo seemed to know how to get here. Finally a woman told me to take the bus to Ansina and get a ride from there. I didnât know what else to do.â
âAnsina!â said Arden. âI donât know what she was thinking.â
âNeither do I,â said Omar.
âWell, you got here,â said Arden.
âYou seem very far away from everything,â said Omar. âIs there a town nearby?â
âYes,â said Arden. âTranqueras. Well, about ten miles from here. But you came the other way, didnât you?â
âI suppose,â said Omar. âI was about to get nervous. I wasnât sure where that man was taking me. Thereâs been nothing for miles and miles. Just forest.â
They turned a corner in the drive and the house came into view. It was very large, made of brick, which at some distant point had been painted yellow, with a mossed-over slate roof. It had a classical, elegant façade, and looked very out of place in the unkempt landscape. Omar stopped for a moment and looked up at it. âWow,â he said.
âItâs a monstrosity, isnât it?â asked Arden.
âNo,â said Omar. âI think itâs beautiful.â
Arden and Portia started walking again, but Omar did not move. They paused and looked back at him.
âWhatâs wrong?â Portia said.
âNothing,â said Omar. âItâs just thatâI never thought Iâd be here. I mean, you read a book and think all about this place, but you donât really think it exists, you donât really think you will be thereâat least I never thought, neverââ
Arden took the wheelbarrow from him. âCome,â she said.
âNo, no,â he said. He fought her for possession of the wheelbarrow. âLet me.â
She let him take it. They walked the rest of the way up the drive in silence. There was a flight of stone steps leading up to the front door.
âYou can leave the barrow