Cartas De Amor

Analia Torres's mother died of a delirious fever when she was born and her father could not bear the sorrow and two weeks later there was a pistol shot in the chest. He agonized for several days with his wife's name on his lips. His brother Eugenio managed the family land and ordered the fate of the little orphan's discretion. Until six years Analía clinging to the skirts grew a love india in theservants' quarters of the house of his tutor and then just had to go old school, was sent to the capital, internally in the College of the Sisters Sacred Heart, where he spent the next twelve years. It was a good student and loved the discipline, austerity of the stone building, the chapel with her court of saints and aroma of wax and lilies, naked runners, shady courtyards. What attracted herwas less bustle of the pupils and the acrid smell of the classroom. Whenever he could escape the vigilance of the nuns, was hiding in the attic, among decapitated statues and broken furniture, to tell stories herself. In those moments stolen plunged into silence with a sense of abandon sin.
Every six months received a short note from his uncle Eugenio recommending he behaved and honor the memory ofhis parents, who had been two good Christian life and be proud that his only daughter devote their existence to the highest precepts of virtue, that is, a novice entering the convent. But Analía him know from the first hint that he was not prepared to do and firmly maintained its position just to contradict him, because deep religious life liked. Hidden behind the habit, in solitude ultimaterenunciation of any pleasure, maybe I could find lasting peace, he thought, but his instinct warned him against the advice of his tutor. He suspected that his actions were motivated by greed for land, rather than family loyalty. Nothing from him seemed trustworthy, a loophole in the trap was.
When Analia was sixteen, his uncle came to visit the school for the first time. Mother Superior called thegirl to his office and had to submit, because both had changed a lot since the days of love india in backyards and not recognized.
I see that the Sisters have taken good care of you, 'said Uncle Analía stirring his cup of chocolate. You look healthy and even pretty. In my last letter to notify you that as of the date of this birthday will receive a monthly allowance for your expenses, as stipulatedin his will my brother, rest in peace.
- How much? A hundred pesos. - Is all that left my parents? -No, of course not. You know that the property belongs to you, but agriculture is not a task for a woman, especially in these days of strikes and revolutions. For now I will get one month each year to increase again, until you come of age. Then we'll see.
- Will we see what, man? -We will see whatsuits you. - What are my alternatives? -Always need a man who manages the field, girl. I've done all these years and it has not been easy, but it is my duty, I promised my brother in his last hour and I'm ready to do for you.
-You should not do it for long, man. When I get married I will take care of my land.
- When you marry, said the girl? Tell me, Mother, is that you have a suitor? - How isit, Mr. Torres! We care much for girls. It's just a manner of speaking. What things does this girl! Analia Torres stood up, stretched the folds of the uniform, made a rather mocking curtsy and left. The Mother Superior poured more chocolate to the gentleman, saying that the only explanation for such behavior was rude little contact that she had with her family.
She is the only student who nevertakes a vacation and who have never sent a Christmas nun said dryly.
-I am not a man of pampering, but I assure you I consider much I care my niece and their interests as a parent. But you're right, Analía need more affection, women are sentimental.
Thirty days before the guy came back in school, but this time he did not ask to see his niece, simply notify the Mother Superior that his son...