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“It is too damp and muddy for me to venture out for wood—not <strong>with</strong><br />
my rheumatism and these bad eyes—and the mother will not leave her<br />
child,” he told me and shrugged.<br />
I asked if there were any old logs and rotting fence posts around the<br />
village. Panti said there was lots of “widow’s wood,” so called because it is<br />
women <strong>with</strong>out men who are forced to pick up scrap wood off the ground.<br />
Maria awoke and sat up on her board bed. I was impressed by her<br />
improved appearance. Juanita began to feed her, and I watched as she took<br />
small gulps of warm corn cereal. The eyes that had been dull and vacant<br />
were now clear and shining. She held her body erect; there was no sign of<br />
listlessness. Even her hair, dull and brittle before, looked healthier.<br />
“Ah, you look so much better, so pretty and much happier,” I said. Her<br />
hand was frail and trusting in mine.<br />
“There is no one like God and Don Elijio,” said Juanita, smiling over at<br />
him while she rearranged her child’s bedclothes.<br />
I volunteered to go out and find firewood. “I’m already muddy, so it<br />
won’t matter much if I hit the ground a few more times,” I joked.<br />
“That’s because you are young and have so much blood,” said Don<br />
Elijio. “When one is young nothing seems too hard. I am strong and stiff as<br />
a young man, and I would like to marry again—to a fifteen-year-old who<br />
will keep me warm at night and whisper secrets in my ear, and kiss, kiss,<br />
kiss,” he said cheerfully while kissing the air around his elbow as if holding<br />
his invisible mate.<br />
Juanita and I both giggled, which spurred him on.<br />
“But these days I can’t tell if I’m kissing a tree or a woman.”<br />
Juanita’s eyes teared up as she laughed out loud.<br />
“I need a blanket to keep me warm at night, a blanket of guts that turns<br />
when I turn and curls up around me.” He wrapped his arms around himself<br />
in a symbolic hug. “A cloth blanket just falls off to the floor,” he said,<br />
mimicking the unhappy sleeper.<br />
Juanita finally threw up her hands and declared, “Don Elijio, you are<br />
shameless!”<br />
“Yes, mamasita. Shameless and womanless. What is a man <strong>with</strong>out a<br />
woman? Only half of nothing. It is much that a woman does for a man,” he<br />
said, seriously enough to dampen our amusement.<br />
“I need a woman to administer my house and to help <strong>with</strong> my patients,”<br />
he said. “And my heart calls out for a woman, my body aches for a