By Jason Wilson
2 - Keluchod
THE SMELL OF JASMINE was heavy as they approached the little cabin. It sat on the river's edge not more than 500 yards from Teddy's. Ziggy swore he saw an alligator as they approached the cabin, but he knew he was mistaken so he said nothing to Kono. The boy had called his cousin a gringet … Armun, he said, was a half-breed. Her father, Tom, was a gringo and her mother, Kono's aunt Luz Clara (Clear Light), was a Machi, the spiritual leader of the Mapuche in this area. "She danced like the wind," Kono had said.
The door opened. He hoped he had not said it out loud, but he was afraid he had. (By the giggles coming from Kono standing beside him, he was almost sure he had.) "Oh My God, Wow," was what he had hoped he had only been thinking. Armun smiled … and he felt as if he was standing at the doorstep of his favorite childhood playmate, the one he always fantasized about, the little girl he did everything with and whom he trusted completely with all his deepest secrets. But this was no little girl … this was heaven on earth. This was what his father must have meant when he talked of his mother: "When I first met your mother, my heart stopped. I knew at that moment that nothing on earth could keep me from being with her forever. That was the day we moved in together because, thank God, your mother felt it too, even more than I did."
"Hello, Kono, who is your friend?"
"This is Thiggy." (They spoke in English.) "He is a gringo like you. Papa ask me to bring him here to meet you."
The young man was surprised at how well Kono spoke English.
"Come in I've just put on some tea."
Armun's voice penetrated Ziggy's soul. She was a creature of light. He felt his highest joy just standing in her presence.
"Tea is for girls and gringos. My friends are waiting to go swimming, I have to go," and turned to run.
"Kono," she said with firmness. He stopped in his tracks. "Where's my kiss?"
Kono looked like he was about to be tortured. (Ziggy just wanted to take his place.) After giving and receiving his peck on the cheek, he scurried off.
"Would you like some tea Thiggy?"
He could not correct her. Stepping inside he felt he had just slipped on a pair of heavily tinted sunglasses. The house was ablaze in orange from the sun reflecting through the orange window panes surrounding the very modern-looking French doors which opened to a plant-filled patio out back. The color also came from the simple furnishings throughout the cabin. The orange he saw warmed him.
Armun headed for the kitchen and all he could do was shake his head as he admired her from behind. It was clear she worked out or danced or did something athletic to have a body as hot-looking and strong as this.
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