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then thirty, then she asked me for eighty dollars. Rosita, she’s playing <strong>with</strong><br />
me. Flattering me, loving me in the night, and laughing at me in the day.”<br />
He said a patient had told him that La Cobanera was seen in Belmopan<br />
on the arms of another man. She was known by many names: Limpia<br />
mundo, meaning one who cleans out the world; and Rastrillo, for one who<br />
rakes in, in reference to her voracious appetite for money.<br />
“Watch out for her, old man,” the patient had warned. “Don’t believe<br />
her lies, for she is not what she seems.”<br />
Panti had confronted Claudia and informed her he knew of her<br />
capricious habits but that he was willing to forsake the past. “She can have<br />
a fresh start <strong>with</strong> me. I’ll take good care of her just as I did my Chinda.”<br />
It pained me to see him court an unappreciative woman. Such a good<br />
and attractive man shouldn’t have to bargain <strong>with</strong> a woman for her<br />
affection. It was apparent that he had a trusting nature, a trait we both<br />
shared. Perhaps it’s a function of our healing gift to be too accepting and<br />
forgiving of human frailty.<br />
Finally, I blurted out, “She shouldn’t do that to you, Don Elijio. She<br />
doesn’t realize what a wonderful catch you are.”<br />
“Mamasita, it stings me when I must plead <strong>with</strong> her like a schoolboy<br />
not to go,” he droned on in a sorrowful voice.<br />
We trampled along the road <strong>with</strong> our wet sacks sinking us into mud<br />
puddles and potholes that got deeper and slushier <strong>with</strong> the steady drizzle. I<br />
kept looking over at him to see if his mood was getting any lighter, having<br />
vented some of his despair. I was getting more protective of him <strong>with</strong> every<br />
passing day, and I was angry. I was willing to devote so much of myself to<br />
this lovely man, whom I deeply respected, while another woman mocked<br />
his search for a true companion by teasing his lonely, aging heart.<br />
A few weeks later, I met La Cobanera for the first time. It was just after<br />
the last patient had left and I was outside cleaning up while Panti was<br />
resting after a naprapathic treatment. I heard an engine shut off and a car<br />
door slam just outside the gate. I anticipated the face of a patient turning the<br />
corner in search of Don Elijio.<br />
But a short, stocky, barefoot woman dressed in patched and torn<br />
clothing appeared and plopped herself on the stoop. She twisted around and<br />
peered around the room until her gaze landed on me. “Who are you? Are<br />
you sick? And where’s the old man?” she said in one breath.<br />
I told her who I was. “Who are you?” I asked.