While Sylvia was pouring the last of the coffee into the pot, she had been talking about the laundry and how long it took to dry with all of the cold moisture in the air. All-the-while, she was extolling the beauty and virtue of the fine silk undergarments that Master Douglas had recently obtained from Italy.
“Fue un milagro. Secaron en sólo minutes,” she uttered amid giggles.
At his request, she had freshly laundered them and laid them out last evening for him to don this morning for our boat trip. Sylvia was perplexed at how something so sheer, so soft, so luxurious, so light and so dry in just minutes could possibly keep a person warm. I told her that I did not know and that it was a “misterio” to me, as well. She shooed me out of the kitchen with a, “Vaya, vaya.” I took the basket lunch that she had made for our voyage and the pot of coffee with two cups and headed off to Mstr. Douglas in his bedroom.
As I knocked, the door left its latch under its own power and as the room’s view widened, I heard Mstr. Douglas’ disgruntled muttering, “Damn these horses’ ass balls! Is this confounded weather ever going to warm up!” I managed to get out a, “Perdóneme el Sr. Douglas.” The sight of him wrestling his taut ball sack into his silken undergarments made me forget my English. Without a hitch, Mstr. Douglas looked squarely at me with a smile on his face and as he asked me to pour us some coffee I could not help but notice that Mstr. Douglas’s eyes gravitated toward my lower mid-section. “Ildefonso,” he said, “I’ll finish dressing here. We’ll down this coffee and be on our way.” My anticipation of my first boat trip on an ocean was mounting and my outward excitement, enhanced by the previous brief sighting, was undoubtedly physically evident and I think, appreciated.
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