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Humberto and I met once went to buy a suit for the funeral of his mother. I work in a department store. I amused myself watching the stillness and calm of a Tuesday morning, sitting in the back of the box, devoid of expression and allowing my imagination to spin freely. I saw him enter, balding, fat and remarkably effeminate. Humberto was a gay man of good family. had been educated in top schools and their mother had worried until the edge of insanity by instilling the most exquisite tastes, a lot of class and style. had a great contempt for the human race, which drew from his intolerant mother. hated most of the people, all so vulgar and silly, with stupid laughter and primitive minds, sex and entertainment as only interests. Therefore, Humberto was exposed to the world only to go every day to his club, went there every morning and evening. I saw middle-aged men playing squash, was hiding in the shade with a thin cigarette in his mouth and saw the muscles and sweat and effort could hear the groans and cries of anger or joy. after the show of manhood, was thrown by the pool and get drunk with cocktails that one usually only seen in the hand of a lady. ate half firm and returned home to shut the rest of the day in his films. it was uncertain about his homosexuality, he showed no shame or regret, but it did not matter because he had much success with men because of his almost pathological shyness. his mother died one afternoon, he cried for days until the feeling has expired and his head was filled with funeral preparations for the finest and elegant history, their words, not mine.

while testing suits, said something that showed intelligence, called his attention and asked me a drink. although I know a man, in these cases, remove their prejudices their society, I do not blame her for anything and took full responsibility for believing that he had a hidden desire homosexual that included me, nothing could be further from the truth. I'm not a young man and any of that side if you ask would tell you I am nothing appetizing. All this I saw in his eyes when he saw it in my ancestor. "Agree" I answered with some embarrassment, feeling that I went back to his grace. went to a bar of rich near where I work. at the time I came in, all there in me smelled the stench of poverty, but to me with one of their own, only covered his nose and went with what they did. we talked about different things. nothing important to that, and entered into drinks, told him about my life. as I wanted to travel but could not, as I wanted to write, but did not. my long history of no's and frustrated desires. I saw the change in his face, sick of me stopped, I saw the eyes and said "you sir" I looked red, sitting there, used to tell my sad story like a list of things I have eaten " is a sissy, "she turned and disappeared forever.