I Wished There Was Something to Kick Over, Something to Fight

Pilar, Carlos and Pablo were like when their thirtieth year came. I wished there was something to kick over, something to fight. One day I laid out forty-eight cards, the grandgia. The cards predicted treachery, ruin, illness,. accidents, letters bringing bad news, disaster, and pain. But one of the places the money had come, and I was saved. They understood that my new fortune cast me out. We talked of a longer future as if we were sliding toward an icy subterranean water. Eventually they caught for me, not by time but by the freezing memory of weather.