Ernesto Mallo - Sweet money

Miranda, get your stuff!

Mole is sitting on the cot that wont be his much longer, waiting to hear those words hes dreamt about every single one of the one thousand four hundred and sixty-one nights hes spent in that cell block. Now that the moment has arrived it feels unreal, and hes afraid. Inside, you know when youve got to be on guard, when you might be attacked. Outside, you never know where it might be coming from, or what might go wrong. Chance is a bank robbers worst enemy.

An air of mourning hangs over the Devoto Prison cell block. Its always like that when a popular prisoner is released wonderful, yes, but, on this side of the bars, not as cheerful as one might imagine. Prison promotes criminal behaviour, but it also leaves you numb. The same routine, day in and day out, slows down the reflexes, clouds the understanding, and, at the same time, provokes anger. Experienced criminals know how risky it is to go right back into action. Its all too common for an ex-con to end up dead shortly after getting out.

Mole is a rich inmate. He is guaranteed a supply of goods and money from the outside. If youve got money, you can get virtually anything you need in prison. Miranda knows how to mete out his generosity; he shares his wealth only with the cell blocks leader, The Prick. He lets him carry out the distribution however he sees fit and take credit for it. Everyone knows where the goods are coming from, but Mole would never tell. Discretion is a cardinal virtue among prisoners. Thats how you garner respect. The Prick protects him and lets him have his very own prison bitch. If youve got a little smarts and you command a lot of respect, you can stay out of trouble, mostly. Anyway, riots are the most dangerous. Thats when anything can happen, but the chances of getting killed during a riot are probably not much different from those of getting run over by a bus or having a flowerpot fall on your head.

In a few short minutes those words will echo down the corridor: Miranda, get your stuff! Then he will begin the four hundred-yard trek that separates him from the street. Hell stand up, pick up his bag already packed and walk down the aisle between the two rows of beds, without looking at or talking to anybody. Whatever hes not taking with him has already been given away: this is the legacy he leaves. A few hours earlier he said goodbye to everyone he had to say goodbye to. Since then, hes been slowly turning into a ghost. When you leave, you become the object of envy; when you walk out that door, you are the embodiment of everyones desire. Thats why you dont leave the goodbyes till the last moment.

In the bed next to his, Andres, whos been his bitch for a while, is lying face down, stifling the cries that press on his throat like a tie tied too tightly around his neck. Andres loves Mole, but the sorrow he feels is not only of lost love. Miranda was good and generous to him, he always treated him considerately, he never hit him or gave him to others. A lot of guys on the block want him, but nobody ever dared. Hes a green-eyed blond from Corrientes province, a guy who looks a lot like a girl. Hes got all the mannerisms of a young lady, he cooks like a dream and he refers to himself as a she in a sweet Guarani accent. Hes been inside since he was eighteen. His mother died when he was eleven, and the guy who claimed to be his father started taking advantage of him right away. One night, while the man was sleeping, Andres tied his arms and legs to the bedposts and woke him up. He cut his penis off at the base and sat there watching him bleed to death. Then he turned himself in to the cops. At the trial, his lawyer appointed by the court to defend the poor and the dispossessed was too poor and too dispossessed and took the easy way out: he had him sign a confession, dictated to and written down with a large dose of animosity by the faggot-hating clerk at the police station. Nor did he bother to appeal the verdict that found Andres guilty of first-degree murder or the sentence of life imprisonment. Miranda bought him from someone named Villar. After the transaction, Miranda made sure without anybody finding out that the seller got moved to a different block, just in case. A little later Villar got sick and died. Word had it that pancreatic cancer did him in.

Now Andres is crying silently. He knows that as soon as Mole walks out that door, there will be a struggle over who gets him next. Two or three candidates are in the running, none of whom he likes. The future holds grief and suffering. Miranda tried to get involved, but The Prick advised him to keep his own counsel, to let things take their own course. Hes not a man to ignore good advice and, anyway: Who wants trouble when youre about to get out, right? They said goodbye in a hidden corner of the prison yard. For the first and only time, Miranda let Andres kiss him quickly on the lips But no tongue action, okay and that was the only time Andres said to him: I love you and Im going to miss you. Aw, man, dont go there. Miranda patted him on his head as if he were forgiving a naughty little boy then turned his back on him. Andres stood there for a long time watching him through the bars. Andress whole body was shaking, anticipating his absence. The night before is always worse than the execution, dying much worse than death.

Miranda, get your stuff!

He stands up. He walks down the aisle between the beds, as dignified as a king and without looking at anybody, as if leaving were the most natural thing in the world. Everybody in the block stops what theyre doing to watch him. Only when the door closes behind him does The Pricks powerful voice ring out in warning from the depths of the cell block.

I dont want to see you back here. You hear me, Mole?

Miranda turns around and, even though he doesnt believe in God, he gives him a sad smile and mumbles, God willing.

The Prick thinks hed rather welcome him back than hear he was dead, and then it occurs to him that this thought might be a bad omen, but he doesnt want to think much about it. Fate is fate, and everybody has his own to face.

The street greets him with a blast of cold air. Nobodys there to meet him. No matter how much Susana Duchess to him insisted, he refused to tell her what day he was getting out. Hed also forbidden his lawyer from telling her. Hed only let her come once a month, a visit she never failed to pay and he never agreed to make more frequent. He liked her to be there, but it hurt when she left. Duchess is a good woman, and shes a looker. Miranda thinks she deserves somebody better than him.

Before seeing her, he wants to find out three things: if he has AIDS, if he can still make it with a woman, and if Susana has somebody else. Any one of these circumstances would make it impossible for him to remake his life the way hed dreamt it. AIDS would be the most definitive but also the easiest to find out about his friend Dr Gelser would tell him how. About making it with a woman, thats also an easy fix. Her name is Lia.

As he drives away from Bermudez Street in the taxi he checks off his fears, one by one. Andres promised he was healthy, and this was backed up by the fact that inmates with AIDS are put in a separate block, but you never really know. Villars sudden death had him wondering. If I test positive, nothing else makes any sense. If the test turns out negative, hell try with Lia. Hes afraid a woman wont turn him on any more. Truth is, at first it was a question of habit, of satisfying his need to stick his flesh into another persons body, but hed surprised himself lately fantasizing about the night, about Andres, about his fantastic blow jobs, about his body. Hed also started dreaming about his eyes, and thats what had him most worried. Once hes had the test he can deal with the third problem, Duchess, and find out if she has another man. The idea doesnt make him mad hell understand, hell have to understand but the pain just might kill him. He feels the need to know the truth, and he doesnt want to hear it from anybody else; he wants to see it with his own eyes. For a few days, hell watch her every move. Hell hide near her house and find out everything. Hell hide as only he knows how to hide.