Almost Never A Novel

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Renata’s sisters were arriving, four women (four blessings) and of course each one accompanied by her respective hale husband. Different travel plans, hence the anticipation, the suspense, the diurnal and nocturnal appearances, and—what a scene!, beds for all, so many bedrooms, even some left over, though don’t think for a minute … Then all the usual rushing about; endless errands, not only the fuss and bother for the wedding feast, but also three meals a day. The more people in the house, the greater the expense: the unforeseen, it turns out, as something tacit. Each sister gave the impression of being a problem-solving phoenix, better to put it in no uncertain terms, for that’s how things were, the adjectives also suited their husbands. Let’s take some examples: they had to gather fifteen square tables and, let’s say, a total of some sixty chairs. The logical question was where to get the tables … let’s see … Relatives lent one or two, some customers also, one by one, or two by two, or mix and match, until reaching the magic aforementioned count; next was to count the number of arms in action, for whatever there was, there was: lots!, and thus they spent three days gathering the fifteen tables, placing them in one row of five, then two other rows of the same number: let’s imagine, then, and from a bird’s eye view, the resulting square bracket on the patio. A square bracket exposed to the wildest winds, which didn’t matter, but rain—in November?, hopefully it wouldn’t rain, not even the merest touch of a squall. Always a risk, though, and—done! … The paradox was for the water in the sky to remain there, as if the sky itself were waiting for the wedding to release its load a few hours thereafter. And the lovely thing is that it turned out exactly as the mother and daughter, as well as the four sisters and their husbands, thought it would: Don’t rain. Please don’t rain, that was the prayer under their breath, and no, no, really, no. The request did not depend on the appearance of a saint, it was a secular plea and that was the odd thing. Aha! the longed-for event was coming to pass. And now let’s turn to the china, a colossal feat of borrowing from so many sources. You can include anybody you like, as long as they lived in Sacramento and as long as they offered their help. The result was necessarily a hodgepodge, many kinds of forks, spoons, knives, plates, and cups, and you can add whatever else you’d like. The ease with which all this took place depends on the fact that any customer who lent them anything would be invited to the party, as is only proper, and this unanticipated nuance affected the number of guests. In fact, with each borrowing came another guest, until at one point the mother said: Not one more guest! We’ll make do with what we have. They already had plenty, it’s true, as it is also true that Renata and her sisters no longer needed to go house to house with requests, so many procurements after so many days. Enough already!