THE CRYSTAL CUP - chapter fifty seven

THE CRYSTAL CUP

chapter fifty seven

 

- What are you laughing at, you crazy girl?

- From a dream I had...

- Was it so funny, like that?

- Funny, not funny... but it still had a certain charm...

- Like this?

- Remember the movie "The Quick and the Dead"?

- Yes of course...

- So... it was a dream like that...

- That's a good one... duel and all?

- No... pursuit and ambush...

- Funny... did you know that our great-grandmother hunted bandits?

- Are you kidding...

- No... it's serious, ask dad...

- I'll ask, yes... after all, I didn't know this story...

-I don't remember exactly either... but from what the father said, our great-grandmother was a little crazy... she fought with the guys, exchanged fire with bandits...

- Wow! And she did it all by herself...

- Of course not... it was her and two other friends...

- Still... this is a story I wanted to hear... what do you know about it?

- I told you... I heard that story when I was a kid... I don't even remember... now let me sleep, there's still time to take a nap...

And so, the two went back to sleep.

Seven o'clock at night... Helena and Cecília were at the door of their parents' house. From the street they could already smell the good smell coming from the kitchen, which only made their hunger increase... curious about their ancestor, Cecília convinced her sister to go to her parents' house that night... after all, this was a story she had never heard of...

Ricardo was nervous that day. His car broke down on the last trip and he would have to wait for help. Due to the schedule, he was already prepared to pick up very late. The surrounding movement was intense, and logically it disrupted traffic. as it was an articulated vehicle, there was no way to even try to remove it from the corridor... and that ended up causing a certain delay in traffic in the region. As there wasn't much to do in that place, the two crew members ended up settling in the car to rest, while waiting for the rescue car. And Ricardo ended up dozing off...

- Dad, is it true that I had a gunslinging great-grandmother?

Mario found the question strange. He looked a little askew at Cecilia...

- She's asking about great-grandmother Isabel, father...

Mario breathes a sigh of relief...

- Girl, you scared me with your question...

- Lena told me out loud...

- But what news is this now?

- Nothing, no, father... it's just that I was curious...

- Do you know what it is, Dad? It's just that she dreamed that she was chasing someone across the prairies, then I remembered the story you told about great-grandmother Isabel...

- What did you dream about, Cecília?

- Well, I dreamed that I was riding through an endless green field... I was chasing someone. When I was close, I woke up...

- I see... then Lena remembered the story I told a long time ago...

- Was it true?

- What was true, girl?

- The story of great-grandmother Isabel...

- Of course it's true, girl... Isabel was a bit crazy... one fine day she and her friend Graça decided to go out into the backlands to hunt down a fugitive from justice... on the way, they allied themselves with another crazy woman... Rosa... became known in their time as the three Marias.

- Is this serious?

- Do not believe? I think in the middle of the mess in the basement there must be a picture of the three of them...

- And what was the story of these girls?

- Well, they got into a lot of trouble... their great-great-grandfather even helped them when they got involved in some roll... and there was a deputy who was always with the three...

- Our...

- Yeah, the three were tough nuts. There was a time when the mere mention of the names of the three made the vagabonds disappear from the region they were in...

- Who knew, huh?

-Look, not even when she got married did she settle down for a long time. After the second child, one day, the police chief appeared at the door of her house and called her to solve a case in the neighboring town... she left the children with her husband and never returned home...

- Serious?

- Seriously... the husband never saw his wife again. He heard that she, along with her partners, was always in some region to put order in the house. But they never met again...

- And the kids?

- They were created by one of Isabel's sisters. They never knew their mother. One day, the family learned that she had died in an ambush... she was chasing a fugitive... her partners had followed another lead.

- And then...

- Well, the bandit had prepared a trap to catch one of the three of the group... and her great-grandmother ended up being shot down. She even withstood the siege for some time, but when help arrived, it was too late for her. The two remaining members of the group managed to finish off the gang, but...

- So sad...

- Daughter, those who live in the midst of violence end up dying because of this violence...

- Poor children of hers, huh?

-As I told you, they never knew their mother... for them, her mother was Carmen, Isabel's younger sister... in the end, Carmen got together with her sister's husband and they stayed together until they died.

It was almost midnight when the tow truck finally arrived to help Ricardo's joint... he had already slept a good sleep. The mechanic checked the condition of the car and came to the conclusion that it was better to tow it to the garage. And off they went. When they finally closed his file, the clock showed one-fifteen in the morning. He would have just over four hours to rest until the next shift. But that wouldn't be a problem, he was used to this kind of thing... after all, he had been in the area for a long time... in any case, there was one thing that was bothering him... he had dreamed of something, but he didn't remember what with... it wasn't a peaceful dream... his sleep had been restless... but he knew it must be because of the fiberglass accents, hard as stone...

Ricardo went home, but that feeling that something was wrong wouldn't leave him... he felt uncomfortable. And, for the first time in a long time, he felt like he needed to talk to someone... but there would be no one in his house to listen to him... and that was the first time he felt the weight of loneliness... .