un sue�o | 2002-10-28 - 10:34 p.m.

Forgive me, sant�sima virgen! I am a terrible sinner, and not worthy to kiss the hem of your camis�n. I am a worm, no, a dog, and no amount of penitencia will ever clean the suciedad from my soul.

What is it this time, Castigada? I hear the virgen ask. Another borrachera with Concha?

Of course not, virgen! I answer. You know I vowed never to match Concha drink for drink again. And even if I wanted to, I couldn't afford it. I'm $346.12 in the hole this month.

Then what in the name of my son is eating you this time? What on earth did you do?

Well, it's not so much what I did, virgen, as what I was thinking. You see, a few days ago, when the news first broke about the arrest of the two men responsible for the sniper killings, my first pensamiento was not, "Qu� alivio, now the good people of Maryland can sleep at night again," or even, "Gracias a Dios, now I can sleep at night again," but, "Oh, shit! there goes my ride with Pedro." You know, I suddenly realized Pedro wouldn't be offering me any rides home from work anymore, and for a segundo, I actually felt sorry they'd caught the killers.

�Y qu�?

Well ... then later, I started getting these feelings of guilt about my reaction to the noticias. I mean, it suddenly hit me how selfish I was being, thinking about me and my relationship with Pedro, when I should have been thinking about all the victims and their familias. And then I started to realize my whole life has been like this, a ... why am I explicando this to you? You know all about me.

You know, Castigada, you are starting to sound like your Mam�, moaning and groaning about some minor sin you've committed like it was an airline hijacking or bank robbery or algo.

But ...

As if I weren't busy enough, putting in appearances all over the world on people's walls and textiles, and making statues weep! Believe you me, listening to you go on about your pecados is the last thing I need to be doing at the end of a busy day of bilocation and miracle-working.

But ...

If you must, go and say three Hail Marys. Or ... donate an appliance to St. Vincent de Paul.

Does the appliance have to work?

What?

I mean, how about my old toaster oven? Do you think they'll find a home for it?

�Mande? The one that spontaneously combusted this summer? Castigada, you miserable pecadora, you should be ashamed of yourself. You are a worm, no, a dog, and no amount of penitencia will ever clean the suciedad from your soul.

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