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lovemesomerafael · 5 years ago

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It’s Complicated Chapter 1: Don’t Get Me Started

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How does “Hate at first sight” become “Where have you been all my life?”

Rafael Barba did not make a good first impression on Francisca Rojas. At all. In fact, she found him to be an insufferable ass and hoped never to have to work with him. Unfortunately, given her new job, that was not going to happen. Well, she was an adult, and a Forensic Psychiatrist, and realistic enough to have known that she wouldn’t like everyone she met at NYPD. She could deal with Barba. Frankie wondered whether her friend George Huang had ever met him. If he had, it seemed like he should have warned her when she told him she had accepted his former position with NYPD.

Mark Stephens was not their rapist. Barba wanted him to be. Frankie could understand wanting the guy they had in custody to be the doer, but he wasn’t, and Barba was just going to have to deal with that. She wasn’t particularly impressed with a Prosecutor who wanted to take the easy way out. A guy as arrogant as Barba needed to be able to back it up and, so far, Barba was looking like he might be all hat, no cattle.

Francisca Rojas made an even worse impression on Barba. He had been a Prosecutor for over twenty years. A bunch of fancy diplomas and an FBI pedigree didn’t hold a candle to that kind of experience. He knew what the hell he was doing. She clearly didn’t. Yet there she’d been, parading her ignorance before the entire squad, telling them that Stephens wasn’t the rapist because he didn’t fit her profile. In what universe was that evidence?

Olivia Benson was concerned. The Forensic Psychiatrist and the A.D.A. assigned to SVU needed to have a good working relationship. She couldn’t have them disagreeing on something as basic as whether their prime suspect was the one. She sure as hell couldn’t have them at eachother’s throats. Liv kind of had to side with Barba on this one – Stephens was caught on the scene of the latest rape, and he had scratches on his face consistent with the size of the victim’s hands. Even he admitted that the tests were going to show that it was his DNA under her fingernails. A profile was only good to let them know who to look for – it was useless once they’d found the skel who did the crime. Was their new Forensic Psychiatrist so conceited that she couldn’t admit she was wrong in the face of the evidence? This could be bad.

“Hey, Doc,” the tall, gangly, ridiculously pretty detective called to Frankie. What was his name again? Something Italian. He caught up to her at the entrance to the stairs. “Hey, um… I’m interested in your thoughts about Stephens.”

Frankie took a few seconds to breathe. She strongly suspected that the correct translation was, “I’m about to call bullshit on your theory.”

“What is it you want to know, uh… Detective?”

“Carisi. Call me Sonny.”

“Detective Carisi. Sonny.”

“Well, you seem pretty, um, sure that Stephens isn’t our guy. And Barba seems pretty sure he is. I’m an attorney, so I’d like to understand why the evidence we have isn’t doin’ it for ya’. Because I’m thinkin’ if you’re not convinced, a jury might not be, either.”

Frankie blinked. He seemed sincere. “Well, thanks for that. I appreciate you asking, rather than just deciding I’m wrong.”

“Don’t worry about the squad. They’re not closed-minded. They’re just going off of what they see in the evidence. If it goes in another direction, so will they.”

Frankie laughed humorlessly. “And Barba?”

“Barba’s… Barba. You’ll get used to him.”

“Well, he’s wrong. And here’s why. It’s a couple of things, actually. First, Stephens’ story makes sense. A woman who’s just been raped and beaten sees a man bending over her? She could react violently, just as he said. She could misinterpret an attempt to help her as an attack. And she’s not telling us differently, because she doesn’t remember anything. Second, Stephens is talking to us. He won’t shut up. He’s doing everything he can to help. Our guy, he won’t be like that. He does everything he can to humiliate his victims. He taunts law enforcement. He thinks he’s smarter than anyone and can just play with us. So in an interrogation, he won’t be talking. He’ll be mocking. He’ll be disrespectful, angry and superior.” She smiled. “Like Barba.”

Frankie’s shoulders slumped when her assistant told her that A.D.A. Barba was holding on Line One for her. She knew it. She’d known very quickly after meeting him that he was going to be trouble. He was the exact type that always was. She looked up to the ceiling, shook her head, and sighed, “Put him through.”

“Dr. Rojas.”

“Mr. Barba. What can I do for you?”

“You can tell me what the hell that was back there at the station house. How do you justify ignoring the facts in favor of a theory that doesn’t fit them?”

“I’m not ignoring the facts, because the facts do fit the theory. You just don’t like the way they fit. I wish I could agree with you. I wish Stephens was the guy. But I don’t think he is.”

Barba massaged his temples with his hand. “Well, you aren’t afraid to stick to your position, I’ll give you that.”

“Did you call to try to browbeat me into your way of thinking? Because that would be a waste of time.”

Rafael wasn’t quite seeing red yet, but he hadn’t wanted to make this call in the first place, and that comment definitely made him mad. “No. I do not intend to ‘browbeat’ you. I thought I would take an opportunity to try to discuss this case one-on-one, like adults. But I appreciate you letting me know that would be a waste of my time.”

Really? This overbearing troll was calling her a child? For standing by what all of her training and experience told her? Frankie tried hard to hang on to her temper. “Mr. Barba, I did my research. I know who you are. Your resumé is as impressive as your attitude would suggest, and so is your record in court. Your peers talk about you in superlatives, nobody wants to see you on the other side of a case, and the NYPD holds you in especially high regard. I’d be an idiot to take a position counter to yours without damn good reason, and I am not an idiot.”

“I suppose that ‘fountain of praise’ technique usually works fairly well for you?”

Frankie, had she known it, mirrored Barba’s position at her desk, her hand massaging her temples. “There’s always one,” she sighed to herself, before responding. “Look. Stephens’ DNA will either match the rapist’s, or it won’t. If it does, I’m wrong and you’re right. You put Stephens away and you get bragging rights. I can live with that. But if it doesn’t, we still have a rapist out there. And that is honestly all I care about. This isn’t about ego for me. It’s about stopping a rapist.”

“You expect me to believe that.”

“You know what? I actually don’t. Lucky for us, it doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not.”

“Doctor, we are going to have to find a way to work together.”

“Yes, we are. And you may be surprised to learn that I’m sure we will. This is not new territory for me, Mr. Barba.”

“Meaning what? Everyone finds you difficult to work with?”

“Not everyone. Just a certain kind of man.”

Rafael was certain he wasn’t going to like this. “Enlighten me.”

Frankie could hear the sneer through the phone. Self-righteous prick. What a piece of work. At that point, despite her hard-won self knowledge and the many techniques she’d learned to control it, her temper pushed all her higher instincts out the window. Again.

“You did your due diligence on me, same as I did on you. And you’ve decided I’m a dilletante. You know I’m Salomon Rojas’s daughter and you think daddy bought me some degrees so I could dress up and play FBI Barbie.“

Rafael said nothing. She was uncomfortably close to the mark.

“I’m used to it,” she continued. “So go ahead and discount me all you want. And you’re welcome to set up whatever hurdles and challenges you find necessary. They all do.”

“Well, thank you for reducing me to a cliché.”

“Look, let me just save you some time. I’ve been set up to fail by the best. During medical school, during my residencies… It didn’t get me to quit, Mr. Barba. It made me a better doctor. And you don’t want to know what I went through my first few years in the FBI, but suffice it to say that you will not be able to best those guys in either ingenuity or cruelty. So bring it on. The sooner you figure out I’m the real deal, the sooner we can get to work.”

“Thank you for sharing that poignant slice of your life with me, irrelevant though it was.”

“Was it?” Rojas’s voice dripped meaning.

“You are a psychiatrist, aren’t you? Next you’re going to ask me how I feel about my mother.”

“You adore your mother. And she adores you. I’m not getting much of a father figure in your life, though. That may be behind some of the attitude.”

It wasn’t often that Rafael Barba was at a loss for words.

Frankie stepped into the silence. “When the DNA results come back, we’ll know. And we’ll take the next step, whatever it is. If Stephens is the rapist, I’ll be the first to acknowledge that you were right and I was wrong. If he isn’t, I hope you’ll let me do my job and contribute to planning the team’s next move.”

“Well. I thought I just heard you acknowledge the possibility that you might be wrong.”

“See?” Frankie’s voice was all sarcasm. “Your preconceptions are crumbling already. Anything else?”

“Just… Try to disagree with me a little more discreetly in the future.”

They both slammed down the phones at the same time.

Frankie cradled her head in her hands and groaned. She’d done it again. Barba couldn’t help it if he was the exact type of asshole who instantly got under her skin. And she should be far, far above this kind of thing. She was a damn psychiatrist, for fuck’s sake! And she’d just set a land speed record for letting her temper take control of her big mouth. She wondered how hard it would be to get her job in Quantico back.

The groan Barba uttered as he got up from his desk to refill his coffee cup was very similar to the one Frankie had just made. She had an answer for everything, didn’t she? Rafael did not appreciate being pigeonholed or labeled, and he saw right through that tactic. She thought she could dismiss his misgivings about her as part of some macho, “elite of the bourgeoisie” flaw in his character, turning any questioning of her into proof of his own inadequacy. Clever. And annoying as fuck. Rafael understood how she’d ended up in the FBI; he only wondered why she wasn’t in Psy Ops. He couldn’t wait to see what happened when the DNA came back showing Stephens was the rapist.

Only it didn’t.

The DNA under the victim’s fingernails was Stephens’s, as he’d said it would be. But his DNA did not match the rape kits of any of the three victims tied to the Pattern 20 rapist. The squad took it in stride, Lieutenant Benson was intrigued, and Barba was annoyed. He could see absolutely no indication of gloating or superiority in Dr. Rojas as the team settled in around the SVU conference table at the station house. Which was surprising, because he was watching for it. He knew it would come out eventually.

Amanda Rollins had been the one to state the obvious. “Well, you were right. Stephens isn’t our guy.”

“I wish he was,” Rojas had said, sliding a thin laptop out of her leather carryall before stuffing the carryall under her chair. She hoped that was all she would have to say about it.

“Sorry if it seemed like we doubted you,” the sexy black detective with the weird name said.

“Don’t be. We need to be candid with one another. When you think I’m wrong, say so. Trust me, I’ll fuck up,” she responded, lifting a cup of coffee to her lips and making a dismissive gesture with her other hand.

“Fin, you want to start us off?” Lieutenant Benson asked, beginning the briefing.

Fin, that’s right. And his last name was… Tortuga, Tutahkhamen, something like that.

Frankie was intrigued to see what Barba’s attitude would be. As Carisi had predicted, the squad seemed perfectly willing to follow the evidence wherever it led, but they hadn’t seemed to put their own credibility on the line as to whether Stephens was the rapist. He had. She was actually relieved when he said nothing about having been wrong, and gave no indication that there was anything to say. Sometimes egotistical blowhards like him could be even more insulting when they tried to be polite.

The briefing was fairly routine. Having gotten through this first hiccup, Frankie hoped things would run more smoothly with her new team. She couldn’t help feeling like she’d dodged a bullet in being right about Stephens. Barba and the SVU squad all knew each other. They’d worked together for years. They could make all the mistakes they wanted at this point, and it wouldn’t change their baseline impressions of each other. But if she’d been wrong, their first impression and permanent impression of her would be – well, it would be what Barba’s was. That she was a pushy know-it-all who couldn’t stand to be wrong, even when the evidence made it clear.

What she’d said to Barba was mostly true; she didn’t have much of an ego. But she did have a tendency to say what she thought when keeping her peace might be a better choice, and when the team had looked to be concluding that Stephens was their rapist, she had been sure they were wrong, and had said so before she could think better of it. She cursed herself, for the billionth time, for making such a stupid mistake, especially in a new job. As she’d told Barba, she knew what people tended to expect when they first met her. So why couldn’t she have kept her mouth shut? It didn’t matter what she thought – the DNA was going to tell the truth, anyway. She’d never learn. Sometimes she thought her life would be easier if she’d been born mute.

When the briefing was over, the team all had assignments, including her. She re-packed her carryall to return to her office and get to work re-analyzing the victim and witness interviews. Seeing Barba waiting for the elevator, she headed for the stairs.

“Avoiding me now?” He caught her just as she entered the stairway.

Frankie turned around to face him. “Of course not. I just like to take the stairs.”

“Don’t you want to hear me say that you were right and I was wrong?”

“To tell you the truth, not particularly. I actually find that more awkward than the other way around.”

“That’s odd. I don’t.”

It took all Frankie’s self-control not to make a snarky reply. Of course this man didn’t mind hearing he was right. “Well, I’m sure you’ll have that opportunity, Counselor. Will you excuse me? I’d like to get back to work.”

“Not before I apologize and acknowledge that you were correct.”

“Right… um… it’s all good. Apology accepted. I appreciate it. I’m gonna just…” Frankie pointed to the stairs and began to descend, deeply uncomfortable and desperate to get out of this situation.

Barba shook his head as he watched her basically run down the stairs in her pumps. Normally, he would have wondered how someone that amateurish had achieved the things this woman had. But in the case of Francisca Rojas, he had a pretty good idea. She’d said it herself. She was a rich girl whose father had undoubtedly bought her way into Texas A&M, and all the way through medical school. She hadn’t mentioned her looks, but Rafael had no doubt that all she’d had to do was shake that long, black hair and bat those dark eyes to get wherever she wanted to go from there. FBI Barbie. She had no idea how accurate he found that description.

“Hey! Doc!”

Frankie turned around to see Carisi standing in line at the coffee cart outside the station house. He must have made a beeline from the briefing to be there already.

“Detective Carisi.”

“Sonny.”

“Is ‘Sonny�� short for something?”

“It’s Dominick. But my father is Dominick, so…”

“Got it. Sonny. And I’m Frankie.”

“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”

“I’d love it. Thanks. I’m addicted to the stuff. Double-shot skinny latte.”

“Hey, that’s what Barba drinks.”

“No kidding. You’re clearly a great detective. You may have just found the one thing he and I have in common.”

“You two don’t seem to have gotten off to a very good start. If you don’t mind my saying so.”

“I don’t mind you saying the sky is blue, either. Some things are just true.”

“So what’s the problem? Still the Stephens thing?”

“It’s nothing. We’ll work it out. We’re both professionals.”

Sonny knew a conversation diverter when he heard one. “Rojas. That’s Mexican, right?”

“Right.”

“When I heard your name, and that you were from Texas, I wasn’t sure what kind of accent to expect. But I don’t hear one at all.”

Frankie laughed. “Would you believe me if I told you I speak Spanish with a Texas twang?”

“Is that a thing?” Carisi smiled, which made his blue eyes crinkle in a way Frankie found endearing.

“Actually, yes.”

“Barba speaks Spanish.”

Frankie tried not to show her irritation. She really wanted to get off the subject of Barba. “Great. Then he can hate me in two languages.”

They reached the front of the line and Carisi ordered their coffee. “He’s a good guy, you know. Really. Kind of a sharp tongue, but when you get to know him, you’ll see that’s just the way he talks.”

Frankie didn’t believe him, and she made another attempt to change the subject. “Speaking of accents, would it be rude for me to ask about yours?”

“Staten Island. Born and raised. Where are you from in Texas?”

“Just outside of Austin.”

As the conversation turned to more pleasant subjects, Frankie started to enjoy the opportunity to spend a few minutes outside on this sunny spring afternoon, having a calm, enjoyable conversation with one of her new coworkers. It was even better when Amanda Rollins came out to join them, soda in hand. She suggested they take a short walk to stretch their legs, which Carisi declined, saying he had some calls to make.

“Is Sonny really as nice as he seems?” Frankie asked as she and Amanda set off down the block.

“Unbelievably, yes. He can also toss a perp against a car with the best of them when the situation calls for it.”

“Nice combo.”

“You know, I couldn’t help but notice things aren’t starting out so well with you and Barba.”

“Shit. Sonny was just telling me the same thing. I’m embarrassed. I can actually behave like a professional, believe it or not.”

“But can you toss a perp against a car when the situation calls for it?”

“Probably not,” Frankie laughed. “Although I’d like to try it with Barba.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that?”

“It’s more me than him. I just have a visceral reaction to his type. Arrogant, snide, macho, chauvinistic, you know.”

“You might be surprised to learn that Barba’s none of that,” Rollins noted. “OK, arrogant and snide, maybe. But in a good way.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am totally serious. But in your defense, I thought the same thing about him at first. Except I thought it was hot.”

“Hot? Barba?”

“Of course. Even if you don’t like him, you have to admit he’s got that whole green-eyed latin thing happening. And the way he dresses…”

“Ugh. Sorry. I can’t get past the personality.”

“I’ll make you a bet. In a month, you’ll like him a lot better than you do now. And you’ll agree with me that he’s hot.”

“I’ll take that bet. What are the stakes?”

“Well, I’m a compulsive gambler in recovery, so we better keep it to something in the realm of foods that aren’t good for us.”

“I’m a total sucker for anything with frosting.”

“Oh, well that makes it easy. Patsy’s Cupcakes on Church Street. Loser buys a dozen for the winner.”

“You’re on.”

#law & order svu #law & order: special victims unit #rafael barba #raul esparza #sonny carisi #fin tutuola #olivia benson #amanda rollins #mike dodds

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alvaration79 · 5 years ago

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Un búho en la carretera

Era un jueves de 2005 en la oficina, revisaba unos archivos de excel que habían mareado mi cabeza durante una semana, por fin estaba por terminar una de las tareas más tediosas de mi nuevo trabajo como especialista financiero. Siempre quise trabajar en ésta empresa, me gusta tener un trabajo, creo que me gusta lo que hago. Sin embargo algo me falta.

Llevo poco menos de un año en la rutina laboral, no tengo novia, me siento aburrido, ¿qué haré el fin de semana? ¿otra vez nada?, ¿de nuevo lo mismo? ¿lo mismo de nuevo?.

Sentí de repente esa necesidad de hacer algo diferente, aventurarme. Hasta ahora mis grandes aventuras no pasaban de entregar un par de días tarde una película de blockbuster o escuchar rock a las 3 de la mañana para celebrar que vivo solo y que nadie regulará el volúmen de los tamborazos. Que oso.- pensé cuando hacía ésta reflexión, mi mamá dice que soy un rockero frustrado atrapado en el cuerpo de un ñoño. Me da risa, pero tiene razón.

Bueno, me quiero sacudir la ñoñería por una vez aunque sea.-pensé.

2 horas de planificación, análisis de pros/contras, presupuesto, cuentas y más análisis después... hice una llamada.

-Bueno?

-Charles que pedo , vámonos mañana a Acapulco.

-Cómo?

-Wey, paso por ti mañana a las 5 después de trabajar.

-Jalo.

Bárbara me prestó su NB nuevo, turbo, alerón automático, piel, sistema de sonido top. Solo le faltaba flotar para navegar por la bahías de Acapulco y ver la quebrada desde una perspectiva diferente, una perspectiva de aventura.

Pasé por charles a la UDLA a las 5. Vámonos papirrín.

48 horas después estaríamos de regreso, no había mucho que pensar, no había mucho que voltear a atrás. Comenzó el viaje donde menos creímos que comenzaría, en el auto, en la plática, en las risas.

-Quemé un disco para el viaje.-Me dijo.

Lo puso. Pasábamos de Bon Jovi a Guns mientras platicábamos y nos relajábamos. Llegamos a las 9 de la noche al hotel en plena costera.

Check in, cruzamos la calle, compramos en un Oxxo un par de six y al cuarto. -

-Salud!

-Qué hacemos?, vamos de antro.

Nos terminamos la cuarta cerveza mientras nos veíamos en el espejo y advertíamos en silencio a la bahía: aquí vamos.

-taxi!

-buenas joven, al alebrije!

-uy joven, es temporada baja, hoy no abren los antros, hasta mañana sábado

-pero es viernes!

-solo está abierto el barba roja (o negra? o azul? no me acuerdo)

-ok llévenos

calle y media después:

ya llegamos, son 80 pesos

“puta madre que pendejos”... tome 100, “keep the change”.

Barba rosa, amarilla, no me acuerdo. creo que se debió llamar barba sola esa noche, yo la veía bastante lampiña. Había 5 mesas llenas a lo mucho, amenazaba más la media noche en llegar que el tumulto de gente y el ambiente de fiesta.

Para no hacer el cuento largo, ni triste, esa noche no nos peló ni la mesera, los tragos estuvimos apunto de prepararlos nosotros. De alguna manera, la actitud pudo más que las adversidades de un destino turístico aparentemente en su fin de semana más flojo de la década, Charles y yo, presenciando records.

Y digo pudo más la actitud porque contra todo pronóstico, amanecimos al día siguiente con la resaca de haber sido revolcados por una ola acapulqueña que salió de los más raros barrios imaginados, donde surfeabamos sobre unas tablas que se convertían en patines, con pistas y luces que por más que intento recordar se resumen en imágenes borrosas, risas imparables y un olor a libertad que hizo que el viaje se pagara solo con la experiencia de tener impresa en la memoria anecdótica un sin fin de historias que nos darían horas y horas de plática en los siguientes años, donde no solo reviviríamos el momento minuto a minuto, también añadiríamos cosas que no sucedieron porque carajo, de algún modo la exageración tiene que ayudarnos a transportar a nuestros escuchas a una de las noches más memorables de la dupla Charles-Alvaro.

Ninguna cruda es lo suficientemente dura para arruinarte el día cuando la noche anterior estuvo plasmada de experiencias insólitas, bueno, ésto solo aplica cuando tienes 26 años o menos.

Desayunamos como su fuéramos los jueces elegidos para calificar al buffete del Emporio de Acapulco, recién remodelado.

Acto seguido, bajar a la alberca, explorar lo que Acapulco nos podía seguir ofreciendo porque hasta ahora el marcador indicaba Acapulco 0 nosotros 1

Recorrimos las albercas, los camastros como cuando el cazador busca su spot para esperar a su presa. Pero todo estaba vacío. La decepción nos llevó a una pequeña alberca destinada a los adultos “infinity pool” infinity lonelieness, parecíamos los encargados de supervisar la alberca un día antes de su inauguración. Creo que nos metimos a nadar creyendo que la estábamos estrenando la alberca.

Nos resignamos, más bien entendimos que el día sería todo lo contrario a un spring break de locura. Al parecer Acapulco anotaría un tanto al marcador y nosotros estábamos lo suficientemente cansados para aceptar que un empate no era otra cosa que una simple justicia.

Después de un rato, de ser dueños del lugar, y por lugar me refiero a una alberca deliciosa, con 4 camastros que eran nuestros y de nadie más, apareció una chava en nuestro ahora lugar feliz. Se metió a la alberca y después de un rato se acercó a nosotros, yo para ese entonces ya me encontraba en un mood totalmente egoísta donde no solo reclamaba propiedad de la alberca sino reclamaba privacidad para seguir con Carlos reviviendo la noche anterior como el recuento de lo que llevaríamos a puebla como triunfo de nuestro viaje.

Nos dijo: hola como están, yo me sumergí en el agua y me desaparecí un rato mientras Carlos hacía lo que siempre supo hacer, conectar con la gente, ser cagado e inyectarle a “Paloma�� muchas ganas de convivir con nosotros.

-Tengo barra libre, nos dijo: quieren algo?

-Va, unas chelas (charles pidió una piña colada, porque, bueno pues porque Charles)

Platicamos durante el día completo, reímos con ella todo el día, pasamos tantas horas en el agua y fue chistoso reconocer 5 horas después que no sabíamos dónde estaba el baño más cercano.

Era fácil ver la playa desde la alberca y escuchar a un tipo probando el sonido de una posible fiesta nocturna que se avecinaba en las siguientes horas. Por alguna razón, ese día yo tuve un poder especial, y adiviné todas sus palabras cuando él tipo hablaba en el micrófono yo repetía con él: uno, dos, tres probando, uno, dos, uno, uno, uno, dos... dos, dos, dos, treees. Yo reí como nunca y Carlos aportaba con su peculiar risa incontrolable la señal de que la estábamos pasando genial, contra todos los pronósticos, no habría empate.

Le contamos a Paloma nuestra historía de la noche anterior, ella nos contó que venía a una convención de Pepsi, que venía en grupo y que estaba huyendo de su jefe, el cual , la estaba hostigando con flores y con insistencias de estar con ella.

Tus protectores seremos, le prometimos. El soundtrack de esa tarde: Babasónicos.

Fuimos a la playa y quise vivir un cliché, no me puedo ir de Acapulco sin tomar una Yoli y sin que me “muevan la panza”.

Los tres nos acostamos en una toalla y viendo al cielo platicábamos, reíamos y hacíamos planes.

-ésta noche mis labios besan, dije.

-So be it, dijo Paloma

Pasamos por ella a su habitación en la noche, super guapa, para ir al antro, bajamos al lobby

-...taxi!!

-al Alebrije joven!- con la seguridad de un turista que sabe que hoy, si abre el alebrije.

Llegamos, entramos y la noche estaba más floja que el barba bar. Pero no importaba, nosotros íbamos a tomar y bailar y pasarla increíble porque ya no éramos 2 contra 1. Ya éramos 3 contra todos.

Bailamos juntos los 3, tomamos, reímos y Carlos y yo no tuvimos suerte, nadie aceptó bailar con nosotros, nos dimos por vencidos, de repente ya no era una batalla que queríamos ganar. Pero no olvidemos que ya éramos 3, de repente vimos a Paloma en las gradas del alebrije haciendo “labor de venta” hablaba con mujeres y nos señalaba a lo lejos, oye no quieres bailar con ellos? la pena no era ver qué nos señalaba y sentir que éramos el hazme reír de cualquier espectador, la pena era ver a través de la oscuridad y de la memoria borrosa, las negativas de las candidatas elegidas por nuestra cómplice diciendo, ellos? no gracias.

-ven! le dijimos, sigamos bailando nosotros, ya déjalo

-si es cierto, nadie quiere conocerlos que raro. Carlos y yo nos reíamos de la situación y eso no bajaba el buen ánimo que traíamos

La noche siguió y terminé besando a Paloma, Carlos hablando con extraños, haciéndolos ahora sus amigos, celebrando la segunda noche de triunfo en Acapulco, compartiendo un taxi al Emporio, siendo los emperadores de la noche, del fin de semana, de Acapulco.

Amanecí dos pisos arriba de mi cuarto, recibiendo una llamada de Carlos:

Papirrín, me preocupé por ti, estás bien? me quedé dormido viendo el fut esperándote, estás vivo?

-voy para allá vamos a desayunar.

Desayunamos los tres, nos reímos de todas las historias que ya habíamos recolectado juntos y nos despedimos de ella antes de que se cumplieran 24 horas de conocernos.

-El Valet nos trajo el auto que no pudo navegar por las costas del pacífico, pero que nos llevaría flotando por las carreteras de Guerrero disfrutando la selección musical de Carlos. A Paloma no la volví a ver, pero tuve contacto con ella. “adiós, te visito en Cuernavaca”, una mentira que no sabía a mentira en ese momento, Carlos y ella se volvieron a ver, en una premiere de una peli internacional en la que él trabajó, se vieron esa tarde y le presentó a Mel Gibbson, o como él lo conocía: simplemente Mel.

El regreso sonó a rock, a pop, y a música latina, el Niágara en bicicleta sonó en loop al menos 10 veces, Carlos me la describió como si yo no hablara español y me pareció tan buen descubrimiento como el descubrir esa satisfacción de pasar 48 horas con mi persona favorita en un plan espontáneo, totalmente espontáneo.

Dos veces me tuve que orillar en la carretera para poder carcajearme a gusto de las tonterías que salían de nuestras pláticas.

-Wey quiero un perro.-le dije a Charles. Un perro que dé miedo!

-Cómo le pondrías?.- me preguntó.

-”Búho”, le contesté, y cada vez que llegue a mi casa le voy a gritar:....

Cuando quise hacer el grito de “búho!”, lo estábamos haciendo los dos, un momento de sincronía perfecta pero en un tono de Timbiriche (no me pregunten porqué), de la canción “tu y yo somos uno mismo”-uuu ohh oh uuu ohhh!

los dos gritábamos: buhoooo ooo uuu oooo!!

Fué la tercera vez en el regreso que tuve que detener el auto porque reíamos sin parar.

Marcador final. 3-0

Te extraño Carlitos.

Alvaro

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matrimonios 1773-1783(completed by/completado por Linda v.)

https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/3:1:9392-DJ5B-S?mode=g&cc=1874591&cat=29324

1773-1783-film #168609

**Most of these are Informacion Matrimonial records**

001 168609

002 OAH

003 PARTE 1

004 SLATE

005 Francisco Javier Guzman & Juana Maria Robles /Tabasco

007 Jose Julio Gomez Portugal & Ignacia Gomez Portugal /Lagos *tree desc #007

013 Jose Lorenzo Velasco & Antonia Brambilla / Tecolotlan *tree desc #17

021 Diego Trinidad & Juana Francisca /Jocotepec

023 Jose Ignacio Navarro & Maria Antonia de la Garza /Sierra de Pinos

025 Marcos Nino & Francisca Javiera de la Rosa /Sierra de Pinos

027 Juan Florencio Palomino & Juana Rosalia Briones /Sierra de Pinos

031 Pedro Nolasco Paez & Juana Manuela de Anaya /Sierra de Pinos

034 Sepultura de Santiago Guadalupe dejo viuda a Francisca de Jesus /Tomates

036 Jose Deciderio Garcia & Maria Josefa de la Luz Jara /Sierra de Pinos

038 Jose Ignacio Dominguez & Maria Rosalia ortiz /Sierra de Pinos

040 Luis Macario Salas de Escovedo & Maria de los Dolores Lopez /Sierra de Pinos

042 Isidro Fernandez de Castro & Ana Gertrudes Ruiz /Zacatecas

044 Jose Mateo Gomez Ruelas & Maria Micaela Abila /Pinos/Rincon de los Romos

048 Jorge Felipe Gonzalez & Maria de los Dolores de Acosta /Sierra de Pinos/Cd de Mexico

052 Jose Maria Serrano & Maria Mariana de Baina /Sierra de Pinos

054 Jose Manuel Gonzalez & Maria de los Dolores de la Puente /San Juan/Sierra de Pinos

056 Felipe de Ojuga y Teran & Juliana Maria Martinez /Reinos de Castilla/Sierra de Pino

062 Pedro Sanchez & Maria Josefa Delgado /Sierra de Pinos

064 Antonio Ramon Sanchez & Ramona Josefa Medrano /Sierra de Pinos

067 Jose Blas de la Rosa & Gertrudes Estefana Gomez /Sierra de Pinos

070 Alejo Antonio Martines de Sotomayor & Cayetana Magdalena Pruneda /Aguascalientes/Pinos

075 Jose Rafael Rosales & Maria Manuela Sanchez /Sierra de pinos

078 Juan Cornelio Sanchez & Victoria Viviana /Sierra de Pinos

081 Simon Bernardino de la Puente & Juana Pioquinta de la Rosa /Sierra de Pinos/Piedras Negras

084 Antonio Gregorio de Rojas & Maria de la Asencion /Sierra de Pinos

086 Juan Jose de Leos & Maria Gertrudes Alonza /Aguascalientes/Sierra de Pinos

089 Jose Andres Gaitan & Ricarda Gertrudes Marin /Sierra de Pinos

092 Juan Ignacio de Ovalle & Marta Laureana de la Zerda /Sierra de Pinos

097 Ignacio Gonzalez & Ana Manuela Alvina Vasquez /Lagos/Sierra de Pinos

102 Jose Antonio Lopez & Petra Javiera Gonzalez /La Hierbabuena

107 Nicolas Ambrosio Macias & Maria Ignacia Calvo /Aguascalientes/La Cienega/Sierra de Pinos

110 Antonio Fermin de la Fuente & Maria Francisca Fonseca /Sierra de Pinos/Bolanos

114 Juan Jose de la Garza y Falcon & Maria Feliciana Palomino /El Salitre/Sierra de Pinos

117 Jose Catarino Sanchez & Josefa Isabel del Castillo /Sierra de Pinos

119 Jose Francisco Fernandez de Palos & Olaya Josefa del Castillo /Sierra de Pinos

123 Juan Eusebio Fernandez & Maria Guadalupe Ruiz /Valparaiso/Huejuquilla

*denuncia de concubinato con Leandro Flores casado con Maria Guadalupe Miramontes*

151 CONTINUA EN EL ROLLO SIGUIENTE

152 MEXICO OAH ROLLO 3032 FIN

153 MEXICO OAH ROLLO 3033

154 SLATE

155 CONTINUA DEL ROLLO ANTERIOR

156 Same as img #123: Juan Eusebio Fernandez & Maria Guadalupe Ruiz /Valaparaiso/Huejuquilla

167 Ignacio de la Trinidad Munoz de la Barba & Maria Rosalia de la Trinidad Macias Valadez

/San Juan *tree img #169

173 Gregorio Esmeregildo Zenteno & Juana Sabina de Estrada /Jalostotitlan *tree img #175-176

180 Francisco Solano Gutierrez de Mendoza & Maria de los Dolores Gutierrez de Laris

/Jalostotitlan *tree img #183

188 Jose Maria Aristoarena y Lanz & Maria Josefa Diaz de Rabago /Zacatecas

196 Jose Ignacio de Abila & Maria Gertrudis Zertucha /Saltillo *tree desc #196-197

204 Jose Ortiz & Maria Josefa Rodriguez /Mezquital/Tequila *tree desc #205-206

214 Jose Antonio Marquez & Lugarda Manuela de la Trinidad Valdivia /San Juan *tree desc #216

219 Bartolo Ortiz & Maria Ines de Andrada /Ixtlan

233 Jose Velez y Rivera & Josefa de Acevedo /Reinos de Castilla/Tepic

236 Francisco Sanchez de Porras & Maria de los Dolores Barba /Cuquio/Jalostotitlan *tree img #239

246 Felix Munoz & Efigenia Duran / nochistlan *tree desc #246

252 Jose Lazaro de Aceves & Juana Antonia Gertrudes Gutierrez /Atotonilco/Tepatitlan

*tree desc #254

258 Fernando Gonzalez de Hermosillo & Maria Antonia Valdivia /Cuquio *tree desc #258-259

264 Francisco Javier Moreno & Maria Josefa Garcia de Rojas /Lagos/Pinos *

270 Lorenzo Gonzalez & Maria Engracia Ponce de Leon /Lagos/ *tree img #270

274 Jose Ignacio de la Mora & Maria Josefa de la Mora /Cuquio *tree desc #274

279 Jose Gonzalez & Maria Gertrudes Gonzalez /Lagos *tree img #279

283 Ignacio Macias & Estefania Savedra *tree desc #283-284

287 Jose Adapto Moreno & Maria Joaquina Ponce de leon /Lagos *tree desc #288

294 Francisco Cervantes & Maria Lopez /Teocaltiche *tree desc #295

298 Jose Agustin Martin del Campo & Ana Maria Romero /Tepatitlan

308 Juan Gomez Hurtado de Mendoza & Maria Manuela de la Mora /Jalostotitlan *tree img #311

316 Juan Jose de Robles & Matiana Camacho y Gonzalez /Real de San Sebastian *tree desc #319

327 Nicolas Enriquez Topete & Maria Gertrudes Ponce /Ameca/Guachinango *tree desc #329

335 Ignacio Munoz de la Barba & Severiana de San Jose Gomez /Jalostotitlan *tree desc #337

343 Jose Nicolas Vazquez de Lara & Maria de San Jose Martin del Campo /Jalostotitlan

*tree desc #345

349 Jose Ramon Longoria & Maria Josefa Gonzalez /Camargo/Cerralvo *tree desc #349-350

356 Francisco Javier Hurtado de Mendoza & Maria Gertrudes Moreno /Jalostotitlan

360 Fernando de Torrizes & Ana Maria de Viana /Zacatecas

365 Miguel Antonio Gutierrez de Mendoza & Juana Martin del Campo /Jalostotitlan *tree img #366-67

371 Jose Dionicio de los Reyes & Maria Alejandra /Asientos/Sierra de Pinos

375 Domingo Martin & Maria Javiera de la Encarnacion /Sierra de Pinos

377 Jose Manuel de Aguilar & Maria Sebastiana /Sierra de Pinos

380 Antonio Abad Yepes & Maria Josefa Rodriguez /San Luis Potosi/Sierra de Pinos

382 Jose Alejandro Ruiz & Antonia Manuela de Santiago /San Juanico/Sierra de Pinos

385 Juan Gerardo Calvillo & Maria Felipa de santiago /Aguascalientes/Guadalcazar/Pinos

387 Jose Tomas de Villanueva & Maria Anastacia de la Encarnacion /Sierra de Pinos

389 Juan Baptista Sanchez & Maria Josefa Micaela Gomez /Zacatecas

392 Juan Pablo de Huerta & Maria Josefa Medran /Teocaltiche/Sierra de Pinos

395 Jose Maria Carranza & Maria Margarita Rodriguez /Sierra de Pinos

398 Jose Casimiro Sanchez & Maria Ines de Villanueva /San Luis/Villa de San Francisco

401 Marcos Antonio Zaragoza & Maria Gertrudes Briones /Sierra de Pinos

403 Juan Ramon de la Ara & Maria Alejandra Guerra /Sierra de Pinos

406 Juan de Leon Rivera & Maria Marcela de Jesus Gallegos /Sierra de Pinos

409 Felipe Neri & Luisa Beltran /Sierra de Pinos

412 Felix Teodoro de la Cruz & Maria Guadalupe Vargas /Pinos

415 Jose Casimiro & Maria Antonia /Sierra de Pinos

418 Jose Dionicio Esquivel & Maria Gertrudes /Mezquitic/Pinos

421 Jose Matias Galindo & Maria Bernarda Caravallos /Fresnillo/Pinos

423 Polito Casiano Salazar & Maria Josefa Candelaria /Pinos

425 Jose Julian de Abrego & Juana Maria Faustina Diaz /Sierra de Pinos

428 Jose Basilio de Torres & Luisa Beltran /El Venado

430 Partida de entierro: Agustina Rosalia Pedroza, casada con Juan Pablo de Huerta /Armadillo

432 Jose Antonio & Maria Teodora Barbosa /Sierra de Pinos

435 Francisco Javier & Bernarda Josefa /Sierra de Pinos

439 Francisco Eusebio Vallin & Juana Lugarda /Sierra de Pinos/Aguascalientes

444 Juan Ignacio de Vargas Machuca & Maria Barbara Hernandez /Sierra de Pinos

447 Vicente Gaitan Solis & Juana Micaela Garces /Sierra de Pinos/El Salitre

450 Felipe Lopez Lizarde & Maria Ines de Ribera /Aguascalientes/Sierra de Pinos

452 Prudencio Bernardino & Juana Marcelina Padron /Matehuala/Sierra de Pinos

456 Manuel Rocha & Maria de la Trinidad /San Luis/Sierra de Pinos

459 Jose Rafael Morales & Maria Josefa Narvaes /Sierra de Pinos

461 Pedro Jose Jacinto & Esmeregilda Antonia / Sierra de Pinos

464 Pedro Jose Prieto & Maria Nicolasa Cabrera /Aguascalientes/Sierra de Pinos

466 Jose Dionicio de Chavez & Maria Antonia Cardenas /Sierra de Pinos

470 Jose Maria Cordoba & Maria Luisa /Pinos

473 Jose Lino Belis & Petra Gertrudes de Salas /Sierra de Pinos/Aguascalientes

476 Felipe Bravo & Maria Francisca de Torres /sierra de Pinos

479 Miguel Bonifacio Gutierrez & Maria Guadalupe Cayetana Navarro /Mezquitic/Pinos

482 Jose Gordiano de Reina & Maria Ignacia Espinoza /Sierra de Pinos

484 Jose Basilio de Torres & Luisa Beltran /El Venado

486 Polito Casiano & Maria Rosalia /Pinos

488 Juan de la Rosa Nieves & Josefa Francisca /Sierra de Pinos

492 Jose Manuel Esteves y Guzman & Maria Luisa Gonzalez Cevallos /Cuquio

494 Juan Jose Espinoza & Maria Manuela Rodriguez /Sierra de Pinos

497 Jose Prudencio de Aguilar & Teresa de Jesus /Sierra de Pinos

501 Jose Antonio de Alvarez & Maria Cayetana de Ulibarri /Pinos

503 Miguel Geronimo & Maria de la Luz /Sierra de Pinos

506 Felipe de Jesus Lopez & Maria Geronima Camarila /Sierra de Pinos

508 Juan Cayetano Santollo & Ana Maria de la Luz /Guanajuato/Sierra de Pinos

514 Nicolas Antonio de Aguilar & Maria de San Jose de Salas /Sierra de Pinos

516 Jose Faustino de Ribera & Maria Casilda de los Dolores /Sierra de Pinos

519 Jose Nasario Castillo & Maria Josefa Guadalupe Lopez /San Luis Potosi/Pinos

522 Jose Maria Zapata & Petra Gertrudes de Torres /Sierra de Pinos

525 Jose Vicente Hernandez & Ana Maria Rodriguez /Sierra de Pinos

528 Antonio Rodriguez & Maria Tomasa de la Luz Trejo /Sierra de Pinos

531 Jose Antonio Cisneros & Maria de Guadalupe /Sierra de Pinos

534 Vicente Ferrel de Briones & Maria Rufina /Sierra de Pinos

536 Felipe Antonio de Jesus Guerra & Maria Josefa Roberta /Sierra de Pinos

538 Juan de San Pedro de leon & Maria Gertrudes de los Dolores /Sierra de Pinos

541 Jose Maria Doroteo & Maria Simona /Sierra de Pinos

544 Juan Baptista Galvan & Maria Casilda de la Merced /Salvatierra/Sierra de Pinos

547 Simon Garcia Rodriguez & Mariana de Santiago /Sierra de Pinos

551 Jose Miguel Alejandro & Maria Nicolasa Hernandez /Sierra de Pinos

553 Jose Manuel Camacho & Maria Brigida Zapata /Sierra de Pinos

556 Francisco Javier & Maria Gertrudes Silvestre /Sta Maria del Rio/Sierra de Pinos

559 Jose de Santiago Galvan & Petra Benancia /Sta Maria del Rio/Sierra de Pinos

562 Jose Maria de Jesus & Maria Bartola /Sierra de Pinos

564 Juan Rufino de Ibarra & Simona Toribia /Sierra de Pinos

566 Clemente de Hermosillo & Maria del Rosario Gonzalez /Sierra de Pinos

570 Esteban Figueroa & Antonia Josefa Magallanes /Tlaltenango

572 Maximo Obispo & Maria Josefa Hipoliita /Sierra de Pinos

575 Agustin Florencio Hernandez & Rita de Jesus /Sierra de Pinos

578 Jose Manuel de Cuevas & Maria Josefa rodriguez /San Luis Potosi/Sierra de Pinos

585 Jose Candido Rosales & Maria Ignacia de Alvarado /Sierra de Pinos

591 Jose Francisco Teodoro & Maria Gertrudes /Sierra de Pinos

594 Pedro Antonio & Maria Feliciana /Sierra de Pinos

597 Nicolas Tolentino Hernandez & Maria Antonia Gertrudes /Sierra de Pinos

600 Jose Coronel de Aguilar & Maria Josefa /Sierra de Pinos

603 Jose Emeterio Garcia & Barbara Mariana /Sierra de Pinos

607 Esteban Garcia & Maria Francisca Anbris /Sierra de Pinos

611 Juan Jose Vasquez & Juana Josefa /Sierra de Pinos

614 Jose Guillermo & Maria de San Buenaventura de Silva /Lagos/Sierra de Pinos

617 Juan Anastasio de Mendoza & Maria de los Dolores /Sierra de Pinos

620 Juan Antonio Lopez & Maria Josefa Zepeda /Sierra de Pinos

623 Jose Secundino & Maria Faustina /Sierra de Pinos

626 Marcos Antonio de Ribera & Maria del Carmen Perez /Sierra de Pinos

629 Cristobal de Chavez & Ana Gertrudes Diaz de Leon /Teocaltiche/Encarnacion/Pinos

634 Jose Joaquin Velazquez & Maria Guadalupe /Sierra de Pinos

637 Pedro Antonio de Chavez & Maria Francisca /Sierra de Pinos

640 Eusebio Quiroz & Maria de la Candelaria /Sierra de Pinos

643 Carmel de la Cruz & Maria Josefa /San Luis Potosi/Sierra de Pinos

646 Domingo Cesareo de Escovedo & Mariana Prudencia de Silva /Sierra de Pinos

649 Jose Manuel de Aranda & Maria de la Concepcion /Sierra de Pinos

652 Felipe de la Cruz Florentino Betancur & Maria de la Concepcion Zavala /Pinos

655 Jose Marcelino de los Santos & Maria de Guadalupe Severiana Sanchez /Pinos

657 Jose Antonio Rojas & Maria Micaela Josefa /Sierra de Pinos

660 Mariano Alejo Copado & Rosalia de Jesus /Penon Blanco/Real Salinas

665 Juan Jose Ponce & Maria Gertrudis de Guadalupe /Sierra de Pinos

668 Jose Rafael Aranda & Rosalia Gregoria Delgado /Cienega del Rincon/Sierra de Pinos

674 Jose Ignacio Morales & Maria Josefa de la Encarnacion Espinoza /Sierra de Pinos

677 Francisco Antonio de Salas & Maria Ursula /Sierra de Pinos

679 Jose Maria & Maria Josefa Bonifacia /Sierra de Pinos

682 Francisco Ricardo Garcia & Maria de la Trinidad /Pinos

685 Bartolome de Jesus Hernandez & Maria de Jesus /Sierra de Pinos

688 Francisco Geronimo Martin & Mariana Gertrudes /Sierra de Pinos

692 Jose Ricardo Ramos & Maria Magdalena Guadalupe /Sierra de Pinos

694 Juan Longinos Beltran & Juana Maria Cayetana /Sierra de Pinos

696 Jose Andres Marquez & Juana Maria Rosalia del Carmen de Aranda /Sierra de Pinos

698 Gregorio Garcia & Maria Guadalupe de Leon /Sierra de Pinos

701 Jose Maria Ortiz & Maria Marcelina Ribera /Sierra de Pinos

703 Jose Manuel Sanchez & Maria Juliana Acosta /Sierra de Pinos

705 Agustin Feliberto Albarez & Maria Josefa Luevano /Sierra de Pinos

710 Jose Gomez & Maria Josefa Garcia /Sierra de Pinos

712 Teodoro Alberto & Maria Nicolasa Rodriguez /Pinos

715 Juan Esteban de la Cruz & Maria Tomasa Vargas /Sierra de Pinos

718 Lorenzo Roman & Maria Andrea de la Trinidad de Aceves /Pinos

721 Miguel de la Rosa & Juana Maria Urbana Macias /Sierra de Pinos

724 Jose Nicolas Rodriguez & Maria Catarina Cortez /Sierra de Pinos

728 Antonio Apolinario & Maria Antonia Padilla /Sierra de Pinos

729 Jose de los Santos Cuevas & Maria Josefa Albarez /San Luis/Sierra de Pinos

732 Jose Benito de Reyna & Petra Martin /Sierra de Pinos

735 Pioquinto Martin & Maria de Jesus /Sierra de Pinos

738 Juan Jose Rafael de los Palacios & Maria Josefa Lugarda Cordero /Sierra de pinos

742 Jose Manuel del Castillo Villasenor & Maria Gertrudes de Ibarra /Pinos

745 Jose Maria Jimenez & Maria de la Asencion /Pinos

748 Jose Francisco Luevano Rodriguez & Juana Maria Munoz /Pinos

751 Jose Maria de los Dolores Sanchez & Maria Antonia de la Trinidad /Pinos

754 Jose Andres Gallegos & Maria Josefa Diaz de Leon /Pinos/Jalpa

759 Hilario Cayetano de Medina & Maria Antonia Guadalupe /Pinos

762 Vicente Moreno & Maria de Guadalupe Mireles /Gachupines/Pinos

767 Jose Basilio Cervantes & Maria Josefa de Juarez /Pinos

770 Jose Ignacio Cabrera & Ana Maria Nino /Mezquitic/Pinos

774 Jose Cristobal Martin & Juana Manuela /Pinos

775 CONTINUA EN EL ROLLO SIGUIENTE

776 MEXICO OAH ROLLO 3033 FIN

777 END OF ROLL

#1773 #1783 #1773-1783

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