06 março 2008

Estela Calderón


It was at this moment in their conversation that Estela entered the room. She looked briefly at her father and then put her sharp eyes on John's. With a soft voice, she said:

"Would you like to come for dinner? It's ready."

John looked momentarily to the ceiling. It was Mr. Calderón the first to react:
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"Yes, let's go John. You are going to eat tonight the best steak in the whole World: bife de chourizo from the Argentinian Pampas!".
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It was the day he arrived at the Calderón's ranch that John was first shocked by those sharp, profound, mysterious eyes. As señora Mercedes Calderón was showing him the house, they entered Estela's bedroom.
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"This is my daughter, as she pointed to the picture on the wall. Estela is in Córdoba today visiting family. She will be back in three days.", Madame Calderón said.
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She added:
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"That picture of her was taken last year when she was vacationing at the beaches in Mar del Plata...".
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"What a beautiful dark hair she has...", John said, even though it was her eyes that captured his attention.
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Now he was sitting in front of Estela at the dinner table. For the second time in a few minutes he had the feeling he would not be able to stand those mysterious eyes firmly concentrated on him.
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As señora Mercedes made the cross and murmured a prayer, Esteban Calderón was already raising his first glass of wine for the evening:
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"This is the best red wine under the sun. Gaúcho's red wine, from the Pampas, Argentina!".
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Estela looked at John across the table and asked him in a slow, almost romantic voice:
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"John, do you like red wine, too?"
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"Oh, I am sorry, if you don't mind, I would prefer a coke ...", John said in an apologetic voice.
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"Glup!...", it was heard as everybody looked suddenly to señor Calderón.
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He had already drank half of his glass of red wine. The other half was now spilled over the table, his jacket, shirt and pants.
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"You Esteban ... javardo ... when do you learn to behave in front of guests? ..." said Mercedes as she run for the kitchen to get something to clean up the mess.


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