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  • She is my age or maybe even a year or two older and she looks great. She has been twice widowed and is one of the wealthiest ladies in town. Her father just had 2 daughters with her mother but is said to have had countless children with other women, many of whom he accepted officially. Her father had once won the national lottery and with the money bought half of our town. Today her parents have long been dead, but she and her sister still enjoy the inherited houses, properties and businesses, now managed by their children.

    She once was my landlady and about the nicest I have ever had. She is “alegre”, loves friends and song and can or at least could swallow a LOT of Tequila.
    She exercises many hours a day and seems to be in great shape. She always has a laugh or joke on her lips when I meet her in the streets.
    Now her oldest son has been voted as mayor of our town and she has accepted to be the presidenta of all the social programs: helping the handicapped, street children, the poor. Yesterday I met her as the presidenta. She looked skinnier. I wonder if she underwent some cosmetic operations, because the proportions of her face had changed. Even being in great shape she looked older and noticing this, of course, I was aware that I was looking into a mirror. She enjoyed her food and listened to our proposals as to how adapt the city center better to the needs of the visually or otherwise impaired, but she did not vote for any Tequila. The atmosphere was very friendly, but without outrageous joking.

    When she hugged me good – bye she told me that she hated it, but now had to wear a hat day – in and even day – out, and she shook that straw hat violently while telling me. “I cannot get used to that,” she complained,” But I have to. The doctor just removed this skin – thing on my chin, it was Melanoma….”

    Even she is not eternal and, wow, I again realize: of course, neither am I!!!
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