Sonrió avergonzado por encima de su cuchara de sopa suspendida en el aire y confesó:
“Lo compré.”
—Entonces supongo que te costó una fortuna. He oído que le gusta el dinero.
“Está loca por el dinero, es verdad, pero de algún modo no te importa. Es tan rotundamente mercenaria, tan francamente codiciosa, que no hay nada desagradable en ello. Ya entenderás a qué me refiero cuando la conozcas”.
—Tal vez. ¿Te importaría decirme cómo te deshiciste de ella?
“No, no me importa. Me lo gasté todo, así de simple”.
“¿A sangre fría así?”
Su rostro se enrojeció un poco. Asintió.
—Parece que te lo has tomado bien —dije.
“There was nothing else to do.” The flush in his pleasant young face deepened and he spoke hesitantly. “It happens I owe her something for it. She—I’m going to tell you this. I want you to see this side of her. I had a little money. After that was gone—You must remember I was young and head over heels. After my money was gone there was the bank’s. I had—You don’t care whether I had actually done anything or was simply thinking about it. Anyway, she found it out. I never could hide anything from her. And that was the end.”
“¿Ella cortó contigo?”