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The cat's picana

Chapter 4: The cat came out of the bag

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As a new meeting with the village policeman did not bring much, once again Father Esteban meditated at lunch on the meaning of the mysterious words said at the previous mass.

"Umm, philarguria is how the sin of greed is known. Hebrews 13.5: Let your character be without greed, content with what you have, for He Himself has said, I will never leave you nor forsake you."

"And what do you think is the second part of what was said that time father?" asked a nun.

"Difficult to know, really difficult. It seems to me that only to those to whom these words are addressed can they be fully understood... Or perhaps it is just nonsense from a fool who likes to joke. Isn't that right, Victor?"

"Oh, yes, Father, perhaps those words don't mean anything," he hid the jerk, for he knew very well that he was referring to the time he refused to pay both the driver of the bus and the boatman, that time he passed through the Strait of Tiquina, an obligatory step to go to the town of Copacabana. It turns out that the riverside towns at each end bore the names of the two fathers of the church: San Pedro and San Pablo.

"I have to do something, a year has almost passed", thought the rascal as he put the cutlery to his mouth. "If this is some kind of curse, I have to find a way to get rid of it."

More than the last part of the annunciations said at each peak of the Mass, what concerned Victor was one of the many sins he had committed: to feed the good Father Esteban the meat of his beloved cat Renato, passing him off as a common meal of picana on Christmas night.

"I do not believe that this old pussy says: to make a mistake is human and to forgive is divine, if he finds out that I fed him with the meat of his bastard cat."

Giving himself time after eating, Father Esteban and Victor went to a community member to receive a pair of fierce dogs to take care of the church and prevent someone from sneaking in at night, because the priest believed that the culprit in the interruption of the masses was a simple joker.

"It would never have occurred to me before to have to take dogs to church, but my poor Renato disappeared, I suppose nothing is going to happen. I hope nothing happens to him if he decides to come back one of these days... Maybe the poor thing is already dead."

"Don't worry, Father Esteban, I'm sure your cat is fine."

"I hope so, my son, I hope so."

Bringing the dogs was not a problem and Father Esteban already had confidence that the mass would not be interrupted again, however....

"A sin of seven that you have committed I have to announce well measured and you will reap what you have sown, you, who are not repentant ... By blinding the life of the noble mount of our savior, the next good night you will be my picana."

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At this rate and with the last month of the year knocking on doors, for all believers were in a good mood to confess their sins no matter how small they might be, lest God find them without confessing on the day of the second coming of their beloved son.

What folly! Due to the strange announcements said at masses throughout the year, there was an impressive influx of people who feared God, decided to confess their faults before the good father Sebastian, who had to put all his effort and free time to listen to a thousand and one nonesenses, impart just penance and change much of position that his now skinny buttocks no longer gave him the comfort he enjoyed in his years as a priest.

"To err is human but to forgive divine! But if I continue forgiving like that, when I go to purgatory, it will only be to pierce the attendance card and then go to heaven!" exclaimed the old priest, already tired before such an absurd situation. And when he thought he would have no other displeasure from the people's religious congregation, another annunciation came, this time nothing cryptic.

"A sin of seven that you have committed, I have to announce well measured and you will reap what you have sown, you, who are not repentant... By touching the ass of the cholitas and stealing the alms of the church, the next Cristmas night you will be my picana".

They all turned their faces to Victor and watched with eyes like plates as Father Esteban interrupted the sacred Eucharist and recovered the agility of yesteryear by chasing Victor with one hand holding the cincture and the other raising his cassock. Never before has Copacabana seen such agile runners, one of them with scabby knees and legs that are extremely ridiculous because of their thinness; indeed, anger can give vitality to the weak.

The scoundrel had no choice but to take refuge in the house of a good parishioner and by parishioner, I mean a foolish companion in tasting cheap and good beer, only that.

"Maybe I should go to Achacachi or something like that. Anyway, I'd better decide tomorrow, now to get some sleep."

Dreams that consisted of remembering the girlfriends he had in La Paz and like him, in his condition of handsome gentleman he rescued them from living enclosed in a tower that was called Virginity before marriage, were replaced by being his person cooked alive by several cats among which was Renato.

"A sin of seven that you have committed I have to announce well measured and you will reap what you have sown, you, who are not repentant ... By cooking me and feed with my meat to my human Esteban, the next Christmas night you will be my picana."

CONTINUARÁ...

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