Fiction. Translated from the Spanish by H. E. Francis.
I know what really happened.
I read in the fat man's annals my mother's memory and my false father's words:
"Watch out for the yellow amatory gloves. At times they escape from the confines of the fat man and seduce innocents with their games and caresses. Watch out not to walk near the confines of the fat man because the guardian gloves, dark and shiny as thrushes, lurk in abandoned hiding places and waylay them."