But here in this one place, this "Babalu", the
three came together and I struggled to imagine the kinds of things that went on beyond
that unbreachable barrier that was the tall wall at the end of the garden. |
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Every time I heard the loud music (mostly an insistent bass drum and the strings that
signified dance music in the middle of the seventies) my whole body reeled with tension,
trying to somehow grasp and imagine this place where "adults" were
"drinking" and "dancing". |
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My mom would dismiss it completely, as if whatever was there was known and understood
already and not even worthy of the smallest thought. |
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| And I would act as if I understood it as well, but inside I could only see bright red
and an intense flurry of bright colors intermingling with it, all covered in little black
shadows that kept on flying across the lights of the terrace. |
