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[title] => Margarita XXIII
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[bodytext] => El Segundo walks boards and he doth show
good balance warning native youths who dare to make him stumble they must show some care. Then carriage he now leads to colonnade, and waits for family's entry three to share but finds that Dona Rose has new plans made. "If he'd bring the carriage," Dona Rose interrupted husband's reply, "I'd be eternally grateful." "Si senor," Don Hernandez continued, "You do us a great favor by such common courtesy. Thank you." "It's nothing, Excellency," he bowed smiling broadly at Margarita. Margarita didn't like smile. It was the same smile he'd used in church waiting for host and cup. It was a lecherous smile making her feel unclean. She turned taking mother's arm. "Look mama," she said, "it's stopped raining. If we stay on boards, we'll be safe." Indian boys, directed by mission brothers, had laid boards in tandem from colonnade to carriages. Boards were supported at link points on piles of sodden adobe bricks. Boys, ankle deep in muddy water, offered help to unsteady worshipers. Boards cleared, they played game of throwing mud at each other again; they dodged, flailed water, taunted with much laughter, faces, arms and hands more caked over, ruining mission shirt and pants. Margarita knew they'd be in big trouble later. She doubted whether mother could walk teetering boards safely without falling. Better to wait for carriage. Waiting and submitting to ingratiating Huerra wasn't pleasant, but walking boards worse. Segundo walked the boards. He looked thin, hat too big for his head. Margarita saw boys laughing at him; she knew they'd try to make him fall. It didn't happen. When drawing near, he pretended to shoot them with left pointed index finger. Margarita saw indian boys quickly step away with fright. She remembered father saying indians feared a left handed man, part of their superstition mission life couldn't erase. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 31 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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