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Finally it took her brothers, all of them aboard a boat she never saw but imagined as a giant walnut shell sailing from some northern port toward the black nothing of the water. America is a black nothing too.
More black than yellow, like the bananas Uncle Filippo sometimes brings to the house on Sundays. It smells of rot, of beach, of boats full of pirates and bad intentions. Black pirates like the ones who kidnapped Santa Oliva, who was her age when she got off the boat on foreign soil and preached until they chopped her head off. Did Santa Oliva think about bananas in Tunisia while she prayed—abandoned to the wild beasts and the Muslims who nevertheless ate from her lovely, noble-blooded hand?
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What better life was that? Hadn't the little girl Oliva been happy and contented living in Palermo with her high-born family? She doesn't even think about bananas. She is training in the basement that smells of dried tomatoes, of vinegar, of fish. After the ing of the papers, they took a photo of her aunt with some Hot wives Springfield Missouri ny man so the family could have a memory of the ceremony. Sara was pretty enough in her white dress, even though her smile in the photo came out crooked, sour.
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Before she says her prayers, she meditates a while on the old lady Lorenza.
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She sucks on a Hollywood cigarette holder, takes a sip from a porcelain teacup. When she gets up, she smoothes her skirt and continues down the wooden staircase to the dining room, not without noticing the tempting detours leading off toward the first-class cabins, the dance hall, the cinema, and the pool. Throughout the journey the sea is an abiding presence, like a halo that pursues her. It's not like her Aunt Sara's seasickness, but like a delicate oppression in her ears, as if the hollow of her hand were cupped between her and every sound. This makes conversation with the other children difficult.
Or is it that they are speaking to her in another language? Reads writes meditates swims El paso she waits for the breakfast service to begin, she sits in one of the banquettes on the covered deck.
Unlike on the upper decks, there is no line of armchairs here for stretching out and sunbathing. Here the benches are arranged with their backs facing the sea, so one can feel the prick of water and the pervasive salt at one's neck or in one's hair. It is also hard to see the sky. It was the same lady they encountered later leaving the cinema.
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And what about the sudden twist of fate that's supposed to come just in time to save her from an ordinary life?
Even the ending, with all those roses raining on the bishop, strikes her as a total lack of modesty. Though it interests her very much to hear that America s only one woman in its entire calendar of saints. Besides, the lady with the ring has a soft voice and perfect teeth and re magazines full of distinguished, very red-lipped women whose half-open mouths don't look a thing like the pursed lips of saints.
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