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bought so many there is one room full of them for there is no place to hang them. And antiques, too—well, you see so many shops now selling them but when they started collecting, there was not a single shop where you could really get them. But Señorita Narita had a way and soon—other collectors were coming to the house, showing her things. She had taste, that is what Lopito always said and he felt very proud because he thought it was he who developed her taste. But that is not true; with her, taste was instinctive.
    She was also clever. She convinced her father-in-law—that old, scheming man—to divide his property before he died so that there would be no squabbling among his children. And there were only three of them left, you know, so you can imagine how happy the Señorito was to have money of his own, lots of it. But wait, knowing how much of a spendthrift Lopito was, the Old Man saw to it thathe could not spend the money without the approval of his wife or of the Old Man himself. And the Señorita—she was always visiting the senator, bringing him cakes which she baked, calling him up, inquiring about his health. And it was all very sincere so that even after they had separated, she continued seeing him and regarding him as a dutiful daughter should. It was a miracle, really, how the marriage could have lasted five years. Five years! It should not have lasted more than a year but that just shows you how patient she was, how she made herself the martyr which she was and this many people do not know. It was all his fault—that I can assure you. From the very beginning. I once heard Señorita telling him, and these were her exact words—“You are not only a liar, you are a coward. You should have told me, from the start …” To which Lopito screamed, for he was drunk that night, “So you would have gone out and gotten yourself a dozen men.” And the Señorita said, “Not while I am married to you, Lopito. Not while I am your wife. But I will do that the moment I leave this house.” I am not too sure about what he was lying about. Or being a coward for. But you must have noticed, there was something effeminate about him. It really started when the Señorito began bringing those boys to the house. Some of them riffraff, you know. The first time it happened, the Señorita transferred to the second floor guest room. They were sleeping separately in the second year of their marriage and in the third, they were hardly talking; the Señorito still held parties as if nothing had happened. He tried to win her back but it was impossible. Those boys, you know. Then they had this big quarrel, right after a party, for Lopito was flirting with one of the male guests and the Señorita was so embarrassed. That was when she left him—she went to live with her father-in-law. He followed her there and the senator did not know a thing about the boys, you know, and that was when he disowned his son. The Señorita refused to go back toForbes Park and he really must have missed her, loved her in his own way. Well, you know, he collected guns. It was a shotgun which he used, stuck it into his mouth. It was no accident the way it was made to appear in the newspapers. When he died, the Señorita returned to Forbes Park and redecorated the house, changed everything, sold all the things that belonged to Lopito so that there would be no trace of him: There were less parties—maybe just once a month and I really looked forward to them for by then, I had become a very good cook. Why, I could apply anytime at any of the hotels or first-class restaurants. I have polished my French cooking so much, we had a guest once from Paris and he said he thought it was a French chef who prepared the meal.
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    I had been thorough in the interviews, of which I conducted literally more than a hundred, and I also visited and revisited the places where Narita had been and which were relevant to this story. I was always welcome in the Forbes