Saints
and Whores,
divorced
desperate and deceived
Javier Ramírez Viera
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Original title: Santas y Putas (Spanish)
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Chapter One
* Beep, beep *
*Has a new message *
* Number unknown *
*"Fox, you're a slut"*
* Received today at 2:35 a.m. *
This second time,
Eugene had real desire to smash the phone against the windows,
mirrors or machine music of the pub. And that face of frustration was
not lost on his two friends, who shared the table with her in the
room. All in the corner, almost barricaded in the dark, yet in red
submarine, being the most strategic place, like the Romans in
Gibraltar, the way to go when all the people leaving and entering the
business. But nobody said anything. If anything, Eugenia was scolded
just a moment, put back the phone in your bag and take another deep
drag, almost sighing at the finish.
* Beep, beep *
*Has a new message *
* Number unknown *
*"Bitch you're gonna remember me"*
*Received today at 3:21 a.m. *
And so he returned
the phone to beep. Nor would lull in the bus stop with the cold in
strict black miniskirt to plot the illusion to hide the extra weight,
a gold sequin top and a thin cardigan just did not help much in the
open. Even the brief bag, almost exclusively the case of the mobile,
was dropped on his thigh to keep him warm, but to do it as their
company tedious metal buckles, ice-cold mojitos. The remainder of the
two friends that night for drinks, because the other was now a
defector with a former boyfriend, dropped his gaze on the "honoree"
of the night by satellite and longer now, and asking for explanations
about how much secret was brought to the cell. But there was no
response, this was personal, rather than not to tell, but Eugene
wanted to make sure first of whom was stalking.
* Beep, beep *
*Has a new message *
*Number unknown *
*"I'm chasing"*
* Received today at 4:19 a.m. *
Above, the jam of bodies inside the bus had been tedious, and to receive another message to the doors of the house. It had taken forever to get there, things of a strike and the feast of the patron saint of the island. As well, transport was overflowing with people, who at that time used to be the festive, sweaty and talkative, annoying, that maybe the stench of snuff did not matter because Eugenia was just addicted to it.
Only about a minute before the beep again cell phone... therefore, still in the elevator, Eugenia hastily sought the keys in the bag, opened the door of the sixth with care, your house, your apartment, and, almost by stealth, trying to pinch the crime red-handed , taking off his shoes, and thus its hoof heels, spent the summer living in the dark to find something better than the "crook" of her former husband, which was nothing more than moving it on the table. And it was still hot... That, at least, seemed to feel it Eugenia, weighing that if these early hours of the morning this guy had used, was it to send messages such immature and spiteful.
Not investigated, getting into their menus. Him back to his site to observe in this case that stupid sense of intimacy as what, and ended up taking place on the sofa in front of that horizon line that came under the bathroom door, the light of this was on. Rang the tank, a yawn, and Fran went still zipping his pants. Which was a tremendous shock, but all night he had not expected anything other than the return of the woman who once belonged to him, well... at least believed in just a moment to think, to find out of the blue in the house was better than from the kitchen window, leaving the car to see a stranger, like last time, and which tried to take the registration to continue silly. In that experience as impromptu babysitting his two sons had gone through the whole house from one corner to the other as a recruit in his imaginary, hoping the change of shift with no sleep, but the nervousness of a new father in the hallway of maternal with his wife's soul to the world about twins and caesarean section. At the other damn morning, and you were two, had never called off her house, fixing his melancholy in hundreds of new details that had always gone unnoticed, of both being in the window, both haunt the hearing by the neighborhood, I thought that would almost be able to play that frame of aluminum, glass and locks your memory ... and make a map of the plaza and parking, so much he lost his sight back waiting to see those sequins. The good "well dressed" to the neckline of his ex-wife, so monumental, made superfluous ... as the female case was "all out" to win was then, the painting no longer anything to blame on him like a father to daughter, however about a woman who was no longer hers.
"My boobs lying around... How did this come to pass? "
—I understand, so tonight, you still have not exceeded ours— Eugenia, from arms crossed, as when scolding their children.
—I do not know what you mean... Did you have fun?
—Do not play again. I've been posting...
—Has there been sending messages? Let me see... —and tried to approach her, but was denied by the palm throw appeal; wanted catch hands, at least in the business of the cell, and also be done with it, that of both jealous, way to revive the impressions woman had to see the little studied but perhaps very senses texts were sent, or perhaps know if any had been lost by the plots of the blessed coverage. —Do not do this — complained, Eugenia seeing that look of iron from the "final goodbye" wore day and night. —I'm not a kid that treat me well —raved, without a lot more arguments, looking lost in the neckline of which was her lover was all there, so beautiful... but now as distant as the moon that could never give her.
—And now I speak of maturity? If you had been would not have asked for a restraining order.
—The first month was horrible... We talked about that.
—Listen, Fran. Ours is over. In case you're here is because I trust more the father of my children than any nanny. I know you will be better than anyone. So I agree to this madness. But I do not know how much more I can endure... —and, defeated, Eugenia dropped his face in separate hands.
It was an ideal time to comfort, to find that contact again to embrace her. But would not work, weighed Fran. His ex-wife was dressed in armor, and bitterness ... or perhaps a hindrance, rather, because that little man who swarmed his home did not pass, despite its rather long thirty years, if that same teenager unable to mature, one of which fell in love with the victim of inexperience. Then nobody was hating that Eugenia is referred to as "the father of her children," giving title, of course, but relegating it to the only role of babysitter, and child support obligations, to its knowledge. Prefer, of course, the credential of "husband", which was the same, but full time, with privileges that shelter and stay in their home, mullets, getting into arguments with their offspring and his wife, her bed and the fridge full, it was a very big. That dream back Fran, that the assumption of "wanderers" from his parents to his former home, was a paper absurdly puppet future even less than before.
—You know we'll end up catching that rascal —ended by saying the incoherent, according to his guns. It was impossible to recognize "his jokes" in bad taste. And even after hiding Eugenia identified the voice as also at dawn, on another night, the call to know which club to tell her "bitch" and cut, well spoken as a funnel, with cartoon accent... but reproof and ringing enough to be recognized. Twist of fate must have been enough, after that France was accused of that first play, in vain, so that thereafter the threats were to become only text messages.
—I will not hear anything else. Just want to go to bed... — was the last gasp of Eugenia, almost like a living dead did rise from the couch and go to the bathroom.
His place was taken by Fran, was his trick, as the seat cushion was imbued with the warmth of those buttocks. Then, his chin almost on his knees, to think ... wanting to know, for better or worse, if that awaited her ex would be the first bed that "stepped" that night. Because for a second, and then for the whole night, he had been a fool while, and everything to impress the progress that had left had been overturned as a good father in the house, making dinner and arranging children the kitchen, just fussing with the garbage bag, to feel their misery while waste is kept pace with it by pulling the handles, when the stench to their nostrils came out to show your face more miserable for his new role in life. It was a good idea, all that was happening. With "his wife" looking for a boyfriend, something did not fit into that rare destination.
Shrugging his shoulders, mimicking, took him to catch and spread her blanket on the couch, it would be his bed that night, of course, the winner of the marriage would take the bedroom. As a reward, at least I could curl up there in his alleged home, to feel a bit like before. Coordinates were not more desirable, but at least he was there. With that seemed to settle, still, and always knew in life settle for poorly paid jobs, few studies and aspirations, reasons that probably led to the not love his wife.
And, watching the place, so foreign and own both, Fran saw that Eugenia had placed each and every one of the broken glass door, what the break when the last debate, when the termination of the relationship. That night, the police showed up, alerted by neighbors, and a compassionate yet divorced aspiring saved him from jail claiming that it was she. And it was very funny because, in the same discussion, in the same ups and downs of voices and insults by the same amount of drama for both, legal inequalities yes she had the power to break windows out with impunity... and stay at home, even while he was expelled.
Honestly, Fran would not have allowed his wife to end up in jail. Naive, could not have implied that it had no chance of getting it. Because if she had been nervous, but pulled off the balcony Eugenia washing machine, TV and fridge, no one would put a woman wives, he himself, although in that case were as hands on his shoulders, pat on the back and very politely to go clear out the street, street whore, with all its letters, and to roam the neighborhood with his hands in his pockets while renegade who had collected crystals, yes, but then gave a hot shower. Who would suspect that Eugene would be "buddies" with the police?
With her pants at the ankles, smoking in the toilet to use exhaust gases into overdrive, Eugenia looked askance at the mirror where so many hours and many days, there was the incipient old age, the time lost, dark circles and promises broken. In it, was already two months gathering was nearly twenty minutes worth, which was left over, to declare for the first time France wanted to leave, which ended in a tug-long, tedious, and if anything the householder had never suspected a thing, that his wife had been fading since long ago and was unable to conceive that "drastic" way of thinking... and "dramatic" stop trying.
It was many years... They had been sweethearts since the age of fourteen, not knowing, by both parties, other loves. And Eugenia could not go. The eternal love was very homogeneous, boring, as were many days with her husband at home during the day, sleeping, and the bed cold at night, as he drove to work. Because Fran was not "expert" in anything but be watchful of works, which had only two ways of being. First, the use of daylight hours for the builders... Second, the closure when there are none, which employed the above.
An eternal vampire... and an eternal damsel in the tower.
Other times they ran... Eugenia did not want to be occurring more miseries like that of the last gifts the Three Kings Day, where his two children were rewarded for their majesties by two remote-controlled cars, Chinese junk, toxic up to the light, identical except for their colors. Tears as a mother, in silence, seeing that their children could not use them, two separate cases that lovers of a certain Fernando Alonso, all parental push, they could not do anything about the imitation of a race because radio frequencies were the same for both toys and moved the damn stuff at a time.
...And the fool of the parent without noticing anything, but of having "fulfilled." Therefore, Eugenia a guy who wanted to give their children something more. Because the children of wealthy people see the same payment channel cartoon was not comfort, then if everything else were just cheap photocopies.
Neither wanted to go on the arm of a guy who always went as sweat pants, talking nonsense ... especially abuse of talks football, which repeated patterns when crossed with the fifth, second, that of the bar ... and to say the same thing every Monday. And, of course, to give blows with the feet on the ground just as a changing of the guard of Russian soldiers when they crossed the street with a blind man and his staff, making note not to be overwhelmed ... and surprised at the strange silence, as case dodging the Devil himself.
That had gone down in history. Because the series Sex and the City had opened new horizons. For Eugenia wanted to be one of those modern women. I wanted to decide at any time to sleep or not he wanted to, mainly, as if life revolved around the decision of this morbid ritual. And this new philosophy is materialized, and cost him some embarrassment, because he always knew that every man Fran looked askance and suspicion since their separation, looking guilty ... all but the lawyer of his ex, to know that this had been the first of the debauchery of it, barely two weeks since the break ... and as a good tribute to many years of marriage. In the office of the scholar in law, the pen-pusher's hands had slipped by any corner of that hot platinum blonde and used again, divorced, eager to start living, laughing at everyone and they laughed at her. Hands that made his fingers where you could not, then to shake hands when questioned cuckold, occasionally and to sign agreements, including smiling, and sarcasm in the look of the office, knowing that the guard was about as long shrews. Then in that firm, the kiss on the cheek of the comprehensive Eugenia was also divorced joke, because two separate fellatio lips had made that morning to represent its many sweeping rights, and to get it cut of all, perhaps more things we never had finally achieved within the holy union, things of maturity, in addition to raising a little boy, as the former was a young child, became an expert on the genitals.
Each day, Eugene was more in line with the decision. Because Fran became every step he took more than a puppet eaten rag, so it felt even had endured too much for nothing. And especially because such nonsense except as those phone calls and messages, which should at least let her leave as small decayed state of mind, could handle only lift a finger, which, like poodle, obeyed in all commotion, the judge relied.
And Fran, silently in the darkness of the room, listening to every little thing, as evidenced by the actions of his ex-wife in the bathroom. He had not decided anything. He was the gap that so many cronies had left at least have. Theirs was only released to listen while the woman was given a shower, and then, what a stupid life, believed to think the low voice and vote, stand still, and quietly, when she finally left the bathroom with the towel around his waist abundant breasts and squeezed his arm sideways, the other hand on the expert "turban" of hair, and show no more than fair and sufficient to put the man was more ardent than the most handsome of lovers.
Chapter Two
This morning
Paul had to get up early, which was as much as raising his head from
the pillow as four hours after her husband, who slipped out of bed in
silence, like a sigh. It was ten-thirty, and should be put to work
because he would soon a client.
The girls, both because that would have been long gone for college and high school, after that, at least fifteen minutes Paula made the same effort always accompany them to the kitchen, breakfast, to see the clothes and make sure that of the overnight and had not grown out of the house too so indecent. At the time, see them following the regime of juices and low fat, and high society ladies who had to pretend... be strict in the case of how he saw his mother.
Then, the cot... provided until midnight, way to boost the head just to cook anything Chinese or call and ask for something free that case continued desire to eat the covers. But today, Paula exercised. For it had settled one of the five rooms in your nice apartment in a good main road, as a working lab. In it, bought a claim that seemed eternal, a complex and complete table of physiotherapist... but perhaps only talent, and it was enough, a recent graduate Esthetician, quasi-distance on one of these cutting edge training companies are straw seal. Besides, shelves and cabinets of products, all expensive, enticing a sale that almost never occurred, but that was a lot of cache. Light, bright, in lamps requiring a dentist wiring renewed, a professional price. Posters, flowers were changed every week, updated journals, a brief chair, but skin... An important investment for perhaps just get lucky, a friend a week, just in case the appointment is not canceled.
John, her husband, for himself and with trusted friends, those who do not get drunk in front of his wife, alleged that his wife's business that are not amortized ever. Did not even have half a point of seriousness, because, by his machismo, machismo restrained for as were his buddies, if any contracting half of that business, ie, customers could get to be the rule in fifty percent of times of these appointments monthly or quarterly, rather than canceling the contact, the other party, the "doctor" also had that fifty percent chance of having from the rule to a headache or heartburn, bloating or hemorrhoids for not attending holiday anyone to cancel an appointment at a good time to do your manicure looking for more stable business.
But there was Paula to meet his client, with which, a friend, Eugenia, fully and separately invest more time that morning talks secondary on the job.
—If you ask me —and although it does not, Paula was going to impose their views, while ending to conform latex gloves —have taken the right path. I saw a long time hitting a wall.
—It is not going anywhere —Eugenia sighed, taking place on the couch, but today they were going to draw the eyebrows, the "mustache", pimples and all dead you may have on the skin.
—Is that you look up on the skin —objected to the "expert", inspecting and making a touch on those cheeks, and above all the light, pure exaggeration. —Surely not reached you or for good makeup. What creams every time?
—Creams? Do not laugh, but I was tired of using them in the supermarket.
—Well, that depends ... If the El Corte Inglés... —woman expert in interrogations, including halogen lamp.
—I have never made the purchase in El Corte Inglés —and then muttered Eugene, like so expensive investments were not his, that was needless. The other, however, killed birds in pairs and trios with each bullet, and bought her friend knew where "the poor", that her husband was not perhaps not for colonies and the clothes washed with detergent cheap, including crappy supermarket swill.
—But I do not buy anywhere else... The service... Ah, the service... We serve as a lady. And John did not want to eat elsewhere —lied. — Notice the difference.
Were special... That average family, yearning for social growth was less, was different, but had trouble making ends meet like everyone else. Therefore, for this desire, seeing life as a shop window in the home of Paula had bought an impressive all-rounder whose deadlines are not paid or bitches ... if anything, maybe a certain John, her husband, who did his chores day and night, as autonomous, and instead of a sofa and basin of warm water to the feet, with sales and sighed after the working day, time and again he became involved in the most tangled and extra work commitments. Yes, his wife walked from the top of the car as everyone watching over your shoulder... although this was only to say, because they felt inside woman, who, on the outside, physically, Paula was in the habit of sitting still in that seat, decent, looking forward, as if the Queen of England to step in his subjects, so look, look what is said, not really look at anyone. John inside, deep inside, she laughed about it, but what could I do? Presumably his wife was happy with it ... or I should say, perhaps, was upsetting him looking all that happy to give the stroke.
—It is very sad to be nothing —Paula continued to comment, treacherously, repetitive, rejoicing in their own stability. —Me and John do not give me these problems...
—All are equal, Paula —said the other, from the dream on which he had entered this table, the other things he took out the skin, but he did well, had to say, so that hard grind of "sweeping" a face in that house was as anesthesia... Or was it always stay the same perfume that sanitized?
—If one leaves, Eugenia, that only if one leaves. A man must keep busy. He has to be there for something. For the least cost.
—No, if it was Fran... But I do not know. Was not at all.
—I can imagine it would be, but that's not enough. The husband is to motivate you to invest in the home, his wife and their furniture do you understand? You can not let go because he plays the fool and then gives nothing. Look, only yesterday came the latest addition to the slow cooker that I have.
—Do I already own cooking?
—Yes, that. And is beautiful. I matches the washer door. Comes more petite, because I have is a real hulk. And I know that if I tell John to change will hassling me saying that the relic is right should not be spent now by car, mortgage, loan ... But we must be smarter than them. Last night, before I came, I opened with a screwdriver and hit fire to cables. And will not start.
—Do not tell me?
—Aha. Now there is no excuse. Well, I will take it for service, but the guy who bought it as you like and I'll tell you to invent anything, you buy the new because that is beyond repair.
—…How you, Paula.
—No, the way things are. Why I married then? I did for this man give us good life for me and my daughters. I love him very much, but one thing does not remove the other.
After the operation, his face washed, yes, in the bathroom every day, since there was no more budget to do a course specific to the laboratory, where two women washed up one hundred percent of the visits, in the kitchen, which was to show. There, a coffee business as the corner was the delight, the more elaborate kitchen appliances that Eugenia had ever seen. "For I am for change", he once said the hostess. "Both pileup and both closet... 'm A bit tired... Overwhelms me... "John, in this regard, he thought that his wife should have taken into account the consequences of both Hulk in advance when he sat in the office kitchen store the samples in their hands, when he chose to particularly abusive and even unhealthy. And there was the oven no more than a single use in three years, which he premiered John at Christmas by a fish, juice machine to make the machine a week and frozen ice, but at the time. Then color, that deep blue and red of a top three times more expensive than changing the wheels to the road, ended up giving, according to her, and as most people, a tremendous headache. First eye, although at first it seems like the combination... but in order to try daily, and that Paula was not at all going into the kitchen to do just about anything, this circus of colors, with pastel walls, and very modern and everything seems current, ended up drive anyone crazy... and Paula suffered from regular headaches too many to try their luck over the account.
Fortunately, the island, the famous island that Paula dreamed surprise visits, did not fit. No way, and, instead, only one bar, but with nice stools. Because, more laps than was given, there was no mathematical distances in those four walls, to the great disappointment of the alleged decorator that had become the overnight an exorbitant Paula with that credit reform, which was to ask for two extensions to cover so much waste. "This is the house where we live, where we will be almost all the time" before her husband was justified to acquire, almost incidentally, all that was most expensive in the store, but not were necessary. In it, for himself, John thought that his wife understood that desire perhaps to his bed, because she spent almost half lady day... but what's cabinet served half a ton of room for something? Nor does he see much sense to corner mini bar, because then there was a liquor store in another corner, and the cabinet of the TV had bottles and a bottle in the kitchen... Much alcohol everywhere, like a bar... or a casino, that was the impression that Paula wanted to give his home.
—I, nor I, nor I know anything about bills —he wanted to defend the host, serving cappuccino. Her friend nothing more and nothing less than had been accused of fantasy, saying something like "because one must know what gets the husband of one." —If horns, yes. But money, nothing. He must know what must be true for your house will not come down —and now was the time to strike: —Would not it be that Fran had a "friend" out there?
—Fran...? if it was not the strength to be with me. Always tired ... Always on the couch and snoring...
—Well, in my home we have rules, once a week, on Saturdays, we get a good dinner at a fancy restaurant and a beautiful and romantic Drinking output. If not, why is crushed one in the day to day? —paradoxically that comment, scratching his head, Paula looked around and found the third of which shared phones in the house: —I have a lazy... Today I feel like cooking —well as in the previous three days. —I will ask them to bring a chicken.
* * *
"But dammit! Every morning the same! I leave money for emergencies, if anything happens, and these people amazes me when I get home So the tickets have been spent on shoes, scarves and nonsense! "
John was not a lover of food prepared by others. In his view, village, the peninsular, a good stew made by women of the house knew a charm, both as a delight in itself and for economy. But for most who complained back in the bar, the place that supposedly never went, and vented their anger more than those other hard workers when he left here he shrugged his shoulders, whistling on the way to the car and then home quietly, recognizing that dog that barks all day ended up hoarse. And its bark and had lost all vigor, the cats of that family were at his whim.
* * *
—Next month to see if I change the curtains —Paula commented to his guest. —Ah, I called Teresa to come to board, I have accumulated a pile of clothes.
And at that moment, John did sound, reacting to the door, he fetched endless strips of metal, and glass rattles that did sneak in the doorway, which may have sounded like if they had opened the gates of heaven more idealized. Then, another ringing, but the keys in the ashtray on the table in the same inning. There, a coat hanger, and two silent women from the kitchen, waiting for the supposed master of the house around the corner that led to them.
—Hello, my love! —his wife entertained him, dropping the cappuccino, and Eugenia believe that until you release the queue to go in search of the man, a smelly "mechanical appliances." Bearded, haggard, tired, hair styling and not too grown up, making good-natured face and eyes of desire, squinting, when well-preserved that blond pouncing on her. One hand on the buttock, leaving her to do, a long string of silly kisses, one large, some words of love and a squeeze of the cheeks, like a child. And so was John, pressed by those tits nearly forty years that crazy, those words that this woman knew that whisper in the ear and how much they loved pantomime, which had become the largest representation of that house with any guests. —My king, my treasure... My darling... What have you done today? Hungry?
—Yes — and perhaps with a nod of his chin, Eugenia had to be about health.
—I just ordered the chicken that you like...
And that changed the faces... at least that of John, to look serious, while his wife returned to where his client with any other talk. And little did the anger, when, again, the little guy shrugged his shoulders, and on the way to the toilet to be disposed to see the news, eating whatever, sleeping five or six minutes and back to work.
Chapter Three
Emphasize
again the same, Fran made them laugh at the stupidity of his life,
told from the mouths of his former wife, Eugenia. Because cigarette
at the top, his legs one over the other, on the stool at the bar of
that kitchen, Paula, serious, as the other two shook their heads and
half will laugh, who knew him best I recalled that I had the silly
habit in the film, more specifically at the box office to spend money
under the crystal, and the box office or box office, introducing
hands, or rather, fingers to the limit more could, as with intent to
deliver the tickets in hand. "But if you just leave it there!"
Was always fighting for the show. But he rough with you. Emetic was
also that driving in that old and battered Renault 21 Turbo, the past
and in more than two decades, perhaps the salary never gave more, are
overstated in their duties to thank everyone who will give way in a
roundabout, at a stop or exit the parking lot, and if anything made
obeisance to the pope, heavy and tiresome, repetitive... hateful.
Poor fool, was the watchword. Nothing remained of that guy who wore a tuxedo rather than on the day of your wedding, seen in the portrait which had previously chaired the room in the house of Eugene, now gone and hardly in the trunk of memories, as his former term has not even remember where now, every drawer, after refusing to compromise him. A tug of short duration where one did not want to learn more about the other... and the other, for one, claimed that this framework will not only remain there for his wife may again fall in love with him and see him every day with the TV, but perhaps to serve as a scarecrow to the supposed suitors of the wife he had lost. Because there was more handsome than ever, with a suit and did not fit at all with their profession, their standard of living... He went... There was only the clown, the memory of that laugh, even his ex was allowed to tell their problems to bed, important in the motivations for divorce:
—It was business as usual —commented. —Then this guy ended and I left halfway. And too much kissing. To me, give me something slimy men —humiliated him, forgetting at any time that the unfortunate man had given everything for her, as they now opened wide the cave to his eardrums were once cause for quarrel, fight and cry for when any gossip. —How disgusting that the man will go away!
María Jesús, just under half a second I could take Paula to open the mouth, used to give his particular vision of the problem:
—I had a boyfriend so... When I did not feel was fine, but when I wanted was a bitch —said the chubby, and stunning stained, with breasts almost out of clothes that looked more like a nightgown. At the bottom of the kitchen, silent, her husband, Carlos, attended to the words of the three women, only soon after his terse glasses, and his looks as a young engineer shirt, to give your child the applesauce just one year, which in her stroller. Perhaps, the type glanced at her, but with respect, did not like his wife talk about their boyfriends, but in modern life was backward not to accept the tumultuous past of his beloved, who passed for today's woman.
—When that is hot at times like it, but I sprinkle all —Paula laughed, the host, and the women supported the grace, familiar with the particular. —Where that falls is like glue... —was scolded in the end.