In the Valley of Villa Rica, there is a small Hamlet, a township of some 10,000-inhabitants, located in the Andes of Peru, the central region, on the edge of a Jungle. It is Coffee country, and there are a lot of plantations there. Mercedes, lives in the hill area, with her husband, Adelmo, they have a small adobe house, perhaps no more than three-hundred square feet. It rains there a lot, and the township is surrounded by mountains, and the mountains are green, full of foliage. The town has only one paved road, Main Street, all the rest are dirt roads, and Mercedes works for a plantation owner by the name of Herbert Sandoval, in the outer part of town by a stream, he lives with his wife Sara: the town's priest is Father Sarmiento. Mercedes works in the household of Herbert, and sometimes accompanies him to the hillsides where his plantation is. There they also have a cottage for the caretaker.
Herbert, has three children, the oldest is twelve, Enrique, whom often seems to put self-interest before, compassion. The girl, Claudia, she is ten-years old, thinking and acting as if she's going on fifteen; she is a tomboy, spoiled, and a little reckless. The younger child, is Daniel, a typical young squirt, always wanting his way, but perhaps the more tranquil of the three, the one who listens the most, and blackmails the other two older siblings, by threatening to tell their parents, this or that, if indeed he does not get his way, he gathers all the typical gossip kids like, and don't know what to do with, because it is normally misunderstood.
(August, 2008) Mercedes, she is working in the yard, at the plantation's cottage, Daniel is there, she's watching him, babysitting in a way, for Sara; Mercedes husband is in Huancayo, and if she could have her way, that is where he'd have him stay-Oh, she loves him beyond reproach, beyond good senses, and he is abusive to her, perhaps because she drinks a lot, as he does, and when they are together, it is like two fires blowing in the wind, at each other.
She was just released from jail, for disorderly conduct, and was seen hanging around with the only black man in town, Patrick Lopez, a mixture of black, Mexican, and Peruvian blood.
They had painted the town red-as the old expression goes, and after her yelling and laughing and making all kinds of noise, Herbert Sandoval, came to her rescue, and bailed her out of jail, as he often has, matter-of-fact, Herbert's wife, Sara, is a little upset because he seems to give her more consideration than her, and for a thirty-year old drunk, shapely and vicious, it is not appealing to her.
But as I was saying, Mercedes is at the cottage, with Daniel, she is a little tipsy, at the moment, had a bottle of whisky hidden in her underclothes, and every so often has went behind the cottage to have a snort.
"Mercedes," calls Daniel, "a car is coming up the road, it looks like Father Sarmiento, and he's with that poet and journalist, Apolinario," but she simply continues drinking as if she didn't hear but of course she did, Daniel is but a few feet away from here, Daniel adds, "Didn't you hear me?"
"Of course I heard you," says Mercedes, "can't you see I'm busy?" (she takes the bottle of whisky, and swallows a big swallow, then grabs Daniel by the hand) "Ok boy, let's go see what they want!"
A red truck pulls up to the edge of the road, the house is about three hundred feet from the dirt road, and Father Sarmiento can see Mercedes swaying in the morning wind, he knows she's drunk, and he sees Daniel.
"You just never learn, do you Mercedes," says the priest, then pushes her away from Daniel, as if to protect him from her drunken behavior, and she pushes him back, and he kicks her, and she falls down, and he kicks her in the face, and three teeth are broken, "I don't know if it's drugs or alcohol, or both, but you are a vegetable in the making, and you shouldn't be in care of that young boy in your condition." (He goes to kick her again, but Apolinario grabs the angry priest, says, "I think she got the message Father!")
Life has not been fair with her, and she has up to now, tried three suicide attempts: once she tried to drawn herself in a lake, but it wasn't deep enough, Wetland Lake, it was almost all dried up. The second attempt, she tried to hang herself on a banner tree, up in Herbert's coffee plantation, on the upper plateau area, the branch was too weak to hold her, it broke, only to break the branch, and come tumbling back down, she did although have a headache for a spell. The third attempt, she ran in front of a car, it stopped in time, to be quite honest, not many folks have cars in Villa Rica, and most all streets are gravel roads, as I mentioned before, and to get the car over twenty-five miles an hour on any given street, is a task in itself.
It is now September, 2008, and it is raining cats and dogs, and Mercedes' belly is getting larger, everyone thinks it's the black man, who got her pregnant, or at least that is the gossip in Villa Rica. She is at the household of her employer at this very moment, helping Sara with the dishes.
"Mrs. Sara," says Mercedes, "have you heard anything about Adelmo being back in town, I heard he was this morning when I was cleaning up the backyard, your neighbor said he saw him at the bar last night?"
"I don't drink, Mercedes, so I wouldn't know."
"But if he is, and me having this belly he'll cut my throat!"
"Well," said Sara, looking at her boy Daniel "we couldn't have that, can we!" (Giving her a smirk.)
"Yaw mama, who'll do all the work then, I hope not me!" says Daniel and runs out into the backroom.
(Evening) "I'll take Mercedes home, Sara," said Herbert.
"I suppose it's because Adelmo might be in town?" replied Sara.
"Yes, that's it in a nutshell, and he is in town, I saw him myself today walking aimlessly, half drunk down the sidewalks of town," answered Herbert (Mercedes now trembling, thinking he'll be lurking someplace around the house, come 3:00 a.m., with a butcher' knife.
Now Sara had finished her dishes, and Herbert, left with Mercedes, taking her home. The rain was coming down lightly now, fog dropping in the township, and covering the nearby hills. It cooled the hot day making the evening comfortable for sleeping.
The Children want to go with their father, and so they at the last minute jump in the back of his truck, and now Mercedes and Herbert are in the front seat, says Mercedes to Herbert, "You best just drop me off, and get out of sight, I'm afraid once he sees my belly, and I suppose, gossip has told him it was Patrick Lopez, he'll be coming to cut my throat for sure.
Herbert couldn't control his tongue, his curiosity, said with a hoarse throat, "Is he the father?"
"I wish he was," she said then looked out the window, "I suppose it'll rain all night, and in the morning again, your coffee plants are getting it's full of rainwater." She commented.
"I don't think Adelmo ever cheated on you, did he?" asked Herbert.
"No, and if he did I'd cut his throat, so I can't blame him any, can I?" replied Mercedes.
Herbert didn't know what to say, matter-of-fact, he wished he had never said what he did say, he never expected such an answer, then said; I mean, she was near, if not almost ready for him to do her in.
By the time they got to Mercedes' shack, it was dark, and she quickly went into the hut, lit a kerosene lamp, started to cook hot water for coffee, she knew Herbert like coffee hot, black and with lots of sugar, especially his coffee beans from his coffee plants, and she had some.
"I hope Adelmo don't kill her," said Daniel to his brother and sister, I mean, I like her, and whose going to watch me when..." before he could finish his statement, Claudia spoke, "Who wants to raise a black child anyway?"
Said Enrique, indifferent, "Does it really matter, I mean, we all just goin' to do what we normally do with or without her."
There wasn't an ounce of anxiety, in the children, perhaps some ignorance, in what was happening, taking place.
"It's kind of dark here Enrique, isn't it," says Claudia, a tinge scared, a foggy gibbous moon overhead, as she walked by the side of the shanty, and Enrique and Daniel behind her.
Mercedes has left the door open, and Claudia can hear her talking to her father, she's drinking down shot after shot of whiskey, as Herbert listens to her yell about how she'd kill the child of any woman whoever would dare to give birth to a child of her husband's, and kill him likewise, because he got her pregnant in the first place. Perhaps justifying what she was feeling would happen to her once Herbert left and Adelmo come to the house. At this point, Herbert is unsure of what to do or say, it is out of his hands he feels, as she feels also.
Herbert and the children leave, and in the morning rain, Mercedes walks to work, and as time goes by, several days, Herbert drives her home each night, and Sara is forming some hidden anger on this matter.
On and about the tenth day, that Adelmo has been in town, Mercedes at about 3: 00 a.m., hears sounds outside her hut, and she goes to investigate, she is never seen of again, thereafter. Three days passes and Adelmo is spotted walking the streets of Villa Rica, and is picked up for questioning on the disappearance of his wife.
The following morning, during a light rain-the forth day-Adelmo is picked up for the second time, now for suspicion of murder, Herbert assuming it was a dirty deed, evil he did, and thus called the police and was jailed.
Adelmo agrees he has been out to the hut each night, ready to kill her but he didn't and although he might have, she wasn't there the evening before, for him to kill her anyhow. But no one believes him, until his lawyer, Joseph Dudley, an American-Peruvian living in Villa Rica, brings up the question, "Where is Father Sarmiento?" indicating he and Mercedes must have ran off, that she was his mistress. True or not he found the needle in the haystack that cleared Adelmo's name.
Several months later, Father Sarmiento, was found dead, and buried in a small town called Huacrapuquio, buried in a shallow grave, alongside a new street the townsfolk's were excavating, Adelmo's hometown matter-of-fact, of 3600-inhabitants, a township where at one time, it was a terrorist haven, but Adelmo was no where to be found to answer the police inquire into this mysterious investigation. Incidentally, they never found Mercedes, but they found her shoe, it was alongside Sarmiento, in his gravesite.
Written 12-28-2008 (Written in Lima, Peru)
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