hands slapped his knees in exasperation.
“I am going to sit here calm, cool, and collected. I must hear the rest when I still have my sanity.”
“It’s simple. You won’t have to be there when it happens.”
“You mean you will blow them up yourself? You’ll set off the explosion?”
“Yes, from my balcony.”
“I see. You’re going to run wires to the pool from your balcony. Then push the plunger and off they go straight to hell. Somebody will see the wires hanging from your balcony. How do you explain your sweet innocence?”
“What wires? Come on Tomayo. For an electronics engineer your thinking is primitive. Don’t mock me.”
He shrugged. “I tried.”
“Don’t say anything, wise cracks or theatrics. Listen and I’ll explain how simple it is.” She held up the volleyball. “This is the weapon.”
“That!” He raised his arms in mock surrender. “I’m sorry for interrupting. Go ahead.”
“Here’s what I need done. Have the ball cut open along the seam wide enough to insert a powerful explosive. Don’t know the name, but seen it numerous times in movies. A remote unit will detonate the explosive device, or maybe a cell phone. When the explosive attaches to the sides, you reseal the seam and refill it with air. We put the ball back in the pool. When Uncle Rafael is a safe distance away, I press the remote unit, which should be small, and that is that. What do you think?”
Tomayo nodded, thinking. He strolled to the refrigerator behind the bar and pulled out a champagne bottle. He poured two glasses and brought them to the cocktail table by Pilar. Then he walked to Pilar, raised her chin, and kissed her.
“You taste good.” Tomayo kissed her again. He sat, handed a glass to her, and raised his glass to toast.
“I believe you can get away with it. It should be easy to dispose of a small remote unit. My compliments, it is not as harebrained as I thought, clever, ingenious. Cheers.” He jabbed the glass in the air and drank.
Excitement overtook Pilar.
“Then you’ll help me?”
“No.”
“But why? You know it will work!”
“How about the chance of something going wrong? I don’t want to risk that.”
“Nothing will go wrong. They’ll never know we did it. There won’t be anything left of the ball to yield a clue.”
“I will do anything for you, anything…but that. If you can figure out how I can do it alone, I will do so because you asked me to. I don’t want you involved.”
“I’m already involved, up to here.” Her hand touched her throat.
“You know I’m stubborn.”
“As a mule, no less.”
“My answer is an irrevocable, no!”
Pilar turned on the radio to soft music. She switched off the lamp near Roberto then stared out the window. She expected Tomayo’s reaction, surprised if he agreed, but encouraged he thought the plan could work. She came with determination and had no intention returning to the estancia without Tomayo’s commitment to help. He could handle the electronics, with explosives obtained through his committee. She had to ease Tomayo into acceptance.
The sadness that naturally filled her eyes for months appeared upon command. The look of suffering had been her partner at the same time and it came running when she called for symptoms. She ordered it to surrender her appearance. Without hesitation, the tears came when beckoned. Her gentle muted sobs provided her shoulders a familiar lift and her knees participated by weakening forcing her body to go limp against the open weave drapes.
Their message reached Tomayo. He hurried to hold and comfort her. He kissed her eyes, mouth, and neck.
“Please don’t cry.”
She sniffled. “I want to save Uncle Rafael.”
Pilar leaned against him, her body pressing; raised her arms and held him around the neck and pressed tighter against his jacket; gazed into his eyes and mouth then her lips covered his; kissed him tender increasing pressure as a moan of contentment escaped from her in
“I am going to sit here calm, cool, and collected. I must hear the rest when I still have my sanity.”
“It’s simple. You won’t have to be there when it happens.”
“You mean you will blow them up yourself? You’ll set off the explosion?”
“Yes, from my balcony.”
“I see. You’re going to run wires to the pool from your balcony. Then push the plunger and off they go straight to hell. Somebody will see the wires hanging from your balcony. How do you explain your sweet innocence?”
“What wires? Come on Tomayo. For an electronics engineer your thinking is primitive. Don’t mock me.”
He shrugged. “I tried.”
“Don’t say anything, wise cracks or theatrics. Listen and I’ll explain how simple it is.” She held up the volleyball. “This is the weapon.”
“That!” He raised his arms in mock surrender. “I’m sorry for interrupting. Go ahead.”
“Here’s what I need done. Have the ball cut open along the seam wide enough to insert a powerful explosive. Don’t know the name, but seen it numerous times in movies. A remote unit will detonate the explosive device, or maybe a cell phone. When the explosive attaches to the sides, you reseal the seam and refill it with air. We put the ball back in the pool. When Uncle Rafael is a safe distance away, I press the remote unit, which should be small, and that is that. What do you think?”
Tomayo nodded, thinking. He strolled to the refrigerator behind the bar and pulled out a champagne bottle. He poured two glasses and brought them to the cocktail table by Pilar. Then he walked to Pilar, raised her chin, and kissed her.
“You taste good.” Tomayo kissed her again. He sat, handed a glass to her, and raised his glass to toast.
“I believe you can get away with it. It should be easy to dispose of a small remote unit. My compliments, it is not as harebrained as I thought, clever, ingenious. Cheers.” He jabbed the glass in the air and drank.
Excitement overtook Pilar.
“Then you’ll help me?”
“No.”
“But why? You know it will work!”
“How about the chance of something going wrong? I don’t want to risk that.”
“Nothing will go wrong. They’ll never know we did it. There won’t be anything left of the ball to yield a clue.”
“I will do anything for you, anything…but that. If you can figure out how I can do it alone, I will do so because you asked me to. I don’t want you involved.”
“I’m already involved, up to here.” Her hand touched her throat.
“You know I’m stubborn.”
“As a mule, no less.”
“My answer is an irrevocable, no!”
Pilar turned on the radio to soft music. She switched off the lamp near Roberto then stared out the window. She expected Tomayo’s reaction, surprised if he agreed, but encouraged he thought the plan could work. She came with determination and had no intention returning to the estancia without Tomayo’s commitment to help. He could handle the electronics, with explosives obtained through his committee. She had to ease Tomayo into acceptance.
The sadness that naturally filled her eyes for months appeared upon command. The look of suffering had been her partner at the same time and it came running when she called for symptoms. She ordered it to surrender her appearance. Without hesitation, the tears came when beckoned. Her gentle muted sobs provided her shoulders a familiar lift and her knees participated by weakening forcing her body to go limp against the open weave drapes.
Their message reached Tomayo. He hurried to hold and comfort her. He kissed her eyes, mouth, and neck.
“Please don’t cry.”
She sniffled. “I want to save Uncle Rafael.”
Pilar leaned against him, her body pressing; raised her arms and held him around the neck and pressed tighter against his jacket; gazed into his eyes and mouth then her lips covered his; kissed him tender increasing pressure as a moan of contentment escaped from her in
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