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I saw that he was crying and bent over him. He seemed so frail and<br />
small that the hammock nearly swallowed him up.<br />
“I slept <strong>with</strong> many women,” he whispered softly. “Chinda never knew.<br />
But I never sinned <strong>with</strong> a patient. And I never used my sastun to enchant a<br />
woman for myself. I swear on the souls of my great-grandchildren.”<br />
I was a little surprised but not really disappointed. He was a Latin male<br />
who had been taught to live the machismo code, and women of Chinda’s<br />
generation had accepted their husbands’ indiscretions so long as they were<br />
loved. Chinda had been loved and cared for as few others, of that I was<br />
sure.<br />
I believed him when he said that he had never used his sacred powers to<br />
enchant a woman for himself, knowing that a H’men is forbidden to use his<br />
own powers for personal gain. He hadn’t enchanted any widows or even La<br />
Cobanera, preferring instead to suffer in loneliness. And he had never<br />
enchanted me. He was an incurable flirt, but he had always respected the<br />
boundary between friendship and romance.<br />
“Papá, loving women is not the worst sin,” I told him. He was sobbing<br />
openly and clutching my hands. I held him and tried to soothe him.<br />
“Always it is only me in the hammock <strong>with</strong> no one to warm my old<br />
bones or whisper secrets in my ear. It is painful but I deserve it.”<br />
I couldn’t bear to watch him mourn his life as if it were a charred slate<br />
of sin and deprivation.<br />
“But, papá, you forget the thousands of people you’ve lifted up,” I<br />
cried. “Surely God knows you’re a human man. He knows what you’ve<br />
done on this Earth.”<br />
Now I was crying, desperate to ease his pain. He had often told me: get<br />
patients to laugh and half their troubles disappear. It was still some of his<br />
best advice.<br />
I searched my mind for a joke to tell him. The only one I could think of<br />
was a little dirty but seemed appropriate.<br />
“I have a chiste for you,” I told him. Despite his misery, I noticed a<br />
flicker of interest.<br />
“There were once two twin brothers who were very close,” I told him.<br />
“One was very good and pious, and the other was a drinker and a<br />
womanizer. They died together in a car accident. One went to heaven and<br />
one went to hell. The good brother spent his days sitting on a cloud<br />
listening to heavenly music. One day he got permission to go visit his