ULTRATUMBA LOVE

Who sent those roses that arrived every month, always the same day? Dona Naty received them crying with emotion. We were wondering how it was possible for someone to send roses to an old woman, maybe she could be a son, nobody visited her, she didn't have family photos, only in her bureau was she and her deceased husband in a portraits. A lawyer and administrator arrives every 15 days to take receipts and bills from that residence, leaving money for some time, and hospital and medical phones and of course his own for an emergency. The servitude was the cook, the gardener and driver. And I am the nurse who personally attended the lady. One night I attended to sleep, after giving her medications, I should be asked:

• Miss has no children or relatives to visit her?
  He told me:
  -I had no children, when I got married my husband brought his two children from his first marriage, helped raise them and I love them very much, only that they went away to study and there they had their life, they came when their father died and for the inheritance and they left, he was not a saber of them again. But my husband always protected me and keeps doing it, I don't need anything, and some nights the companion, the roses he sends them to me. I had many doubts, I just thought that the lady invented or already had senile dementia, one day I asked the administrator that if it was who was sending roses, a name of Doña Naty's husband, he replied:
  -I do not know what I'm talking about.
  Do not invent things!
  He didn't believe me, that's how some time passed and the lady one day ordered me:
  -I want you not to wear a gown tonight, you will dress me with the best I have, as if it were a party, perfume me and put in my bedroom a table with my roses, a bottle of wine and glasses. You bring an old attic record player with romantic records.
  And so I did, the record player started working and I left her sitting down having a beautifully dressed and arranged glass. He told me:
  -All have left; Only you left?
  I answered yes and he said:
  -Then go to sleep on the ground floor and leave me alone, close the door, I don't need you. Now if I thought that the lady had been upset, I feared for her, it was my responsibility, I went to the living room, I was hearing how the songs were repeated, but I soon heard the laughter of the lady, talk with someone, someone with a low voice and remains. I was worried, I went up, opened the door, the lights were dim only from a few candles I did not see her sitting, but dancing in her husband's arms as I could recognize, a stark spectrum, her eyes only the basins, her mouth was smiling in a grimace, no cakes were seen, but with clothes that had been a suit, they were only tattered what was left, hugged Doña Naty with so much love and this light hugged the spectrum and reloaded his face to the chest of the one who life was her husband, and who was still visiting her, was about to faint when I saw the room filled with fog, I saw that the lady fell to the floor, I approached, but something did not leave me, then from the body of the lady came another Naty ethereal, almost imperceptive who from the hand of that spectrum came out like a cloud to the balcony of the room and were lost at night.
  Then I knew that Doña Naty had passed away ...

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