I arrived at the restaurant almost at dusk. We had arranged to see us at six o'clock to talk over old times, when we were buddies after school and college. An accident occurred at Avenue lines, cross bars and a fucking congestion. I was late, of course, but there was Raul, just as in days gone by, with the stubble-faced boy despite the years. one thing: Raul spoke for the cell. He cut short his conversation, shut the unit and the big boy's face lit up with a smile slowly rather than burst into boisterous laughter. Then, after the hug and a sip of his beer, the phone rang, so he immediately set up again in an endless conversation.
Toso, rub my hands, throat clearing to see what happens. Nothing. My good friend is still with the phone attached to his ears. I ask the second, the third beer of the night, while Raul tells the other, or the other, that certain reports which such balances and what percentage returns and give you give.
A telephone caller acts as universal, and why the presence of others. In a millisecond, as colándome by a crack, loose the questions of rigor. Asked by the family, to which the man sits shaking his head. The cell becomes brighter just when a flash of light clubbing him back. I get distracted searching the unit until I hear a goodbye, a goodbye that makes me think that now, we will take polar and give truth to the language, memory, back to the time of the pension Rosa to college, and you know.
phone rings again. Raúl responds and becomes excited because Carolina is that you are approved for credit or something. As a stowaway, for the second time school between the outer ear and the phone of my friend, just to ask Raulito, son, and Patricia, wife, and Mrs. Laura, the mother. But as usual and the guy responds that the claim itself that greatly pleased, that it should be celebrated, that, gee, Carolina, see you tomorrow at the office to tell others and we take in the view pa'dónde night.
I realize that the cell, before silver, now is a matte black denoting sobriety. I try to bring order to certain things. I think a bit until everything fits, is actually two devices. Raul goes through life with a couple of phone hanging from his waist. "A zero four zero four fourteen and sixteen "says self-sufficiency so that it will not fit in the chest.
I call the landlord, who has the face of anything but the waiter, and ordered another beer. Raul is on the phone, of course, is that poor Maria Fernanda did not turn on the car. I make an effort to hear the voice of the woman, moderately perceived from where I stay in my seat. The metallic voice of Maria Fernanda is broken, but managed to find out it's not a fuel problem, no, no battery, either. In short, the poor will be stranded in Farmatodo. In the eighth beer
the elevator music, the same that put in restaurants like this, it the height of shit. I make a gesture with his eyebrows, mouth and eyes to my partner, something like a grimace that seeks to express a constraint, rather like saying pussy, old man, what then? Raul smiled and said hand and going, and going, and going.
Maria Fernanda, seeing well, has a most beautiful name. Carolina, of course, not that I look ugly, but who knows why, Maria Fernanda I put a sweet and gentle face, ie between caramel and cool as a cucumber, while Carolina's least favored one side in years. Overall, my partner while talking on the phone barely realizes that in a low voice so as not to interrupt too much, ask if you want another beer. He says that the switch does not pass until he says, no, Maria Fernanda, that's a pendejadita to be resolved and that in case, check again the battery terminals.
I go, I take a long sip my beer and leave. I choose not to pay. Let him do it, that after all I invited to this thing. When I raise my arm to say goodbye, Raul moved up and down head nodding, and I hear you mumble drop a "well then, greetings for your home."
Yesterday I saw from afar. He carried a cell phone, now modern version, handsfree, hanging from the left ear. He was talking a great time.
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