Hola, Ricardo mi amor.
I’m not sure if you will get this letter but Juan seems to think you have redirected your post so I suppose it’s worth a try. I tried to phone but the numbers don’t work again. What is it with you and phones?
Anyway, I left Carlos. I thought you should know that.
He broke my nose, but I knew there would be a price to pay. I’m glad it’s just my nose to be honest – I never liked it that much anyway. I’m having it remodelled and re-set at the same time. I chose a new one from a catalogue. I will have a Juliette Binoche nose soon. She’s a French actress you know.
So I came up to visit again but the house was all closed up. I thought you had just gone out, but your cat (Palmira?) came out from under the decking and I could see by the state she was in that you had been gone a long time. How could you be so mean to a cat baby? She was starving the poor thing.
Anyway, Palmira kept standing on my feet so in the end I put her in my bag and took her back to Santa Marta with me. She didn’t complain at all. I don’t think she was enjoying living wild so much. Or perhaps she remembered me.
I stopped at Santa Marta for two nights until I could get another flight back to Bogotá and then I went to my sister’ Sofia’s place. Her dog had just died which was lucky. Not lucky for Sofia of course, but lucky for Palmira because Tajo hated cats and he would have driven her crazy.
I phoned your nephew Juan to see if he knew where you were and he told me the strangest story babe: he said that the guy who the beach house belongs to – your cousin Federico I think he said – got it into his head that you are a maricon and kicked you out.
I told Juan that I know for a fact that you’re as heterosexual as the next guy, and he said that he knew it too. But we both agreed that it was probably better to let Federico carry on thinking that you’re a faggot than for him to realise that you have been boning his cousin’s wife. Well, second cousin’s wife. Soon-to-be ex wife.
Anyway, I hope you don’t mind chiquito. I hope we did good.
If you want me to fix it then let me know, because I can, you know, vouch for you! But knowing Carlos’ temper, it’s probably safer this way.
Anyway, such an incredible story huh? How could he think such a thing? And you of all people!
Anyway, here’s a photo of Palmira. I hope it is her and I haven’t just taken a random cat from the beach. She’s still a bit skinny but I’m giving her good food and cream and she’s looking better day by day. If you want her back then you’ll have to come and see me. I’m at my sister’s place. The address is above.
But then I guess you don’t want her back otherwise you wouldn’t have left her.
And I guess you don’t want to see me either otherwise you would have been in touch.
Oh well. Goodbye beautiful. I hope you are happy wherever you are.
Lots of love.
Cristina and Palmira. Your spurned girls.
PS. I just wanted to say thanks. You’re a bit of an asshole, but you made me realise that Carlos is even worse. I know I can do better now. So yes, thanks for that.