The Miracle of Small Things
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'The Miracle of Small Things' is a novel in stories, a portrait of the power of place in our definition of self.
Author Guilie Castillo Oriard is a Mexican import herself who transferred to Curaçao “for six months”—and, twelve years and a magical story of love later, is still there.
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The Miracle of Small Things - Guilie Castillo Oriard
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The Miracle of Small Things
by Guilie Castillo Oriard
Copyright
Copyright © Guilie Castillo Oriard
First published as a novella, August 2015.
Versions of chapters 1 to 12 originally published as part of 2014 A Year in Stories by Pure Slush Books, 2013 – 2014.
All rights reserved by the author and publisher. Except for brief excerpts used for review or scholarly purposes, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without express written consent of the publisher or the author.
This book is a work of fiction and there is no intended resemblance to persons living, who have lived, to persons living, who have lived, or who will live.
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excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot © Esme Valerie Eliot
fragment from Por Mujeres Como Tú lyrics by Fato (Enrique Guzmán Yañez) © 1998 Discos Musart S.A. de C.V.
Dedication
for Cor
Without whom none of this would exist.
(Yes, literally.)
Contents
The Miracle of Small Things
The Chablis and Sushi Miracle
Dive
The Hunt for Pélagie Solak
A Cause for Celebration
When the Sunset
Hot Water
Quixote Always Loses
The Bonaire Feel-Good
Illusions, Lethal Weapons, and a Can of Maggots
The Inevitable
The Miracle of Small Things
Epilogue
Fact 1: Curaçao’s Beauty
Curaçao’s is a prickly kind of beauty.
Rough around the edges, camouflaged in the humdrum, the unremarkable, even the unappealing. It’s a rare beauty, sudden and abrupt; the beauty of a cactus flowering in the wild, blooms of impossible grace hidden in thorns and the tromp l’oeil of shadow in the blazing sun.
It’s the kind of beauty that, like the cactus flower, lives in total ignorance of ostentation.
The kind that the traveler seeking glamour or sycophantic perfection will never be able to see.
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The Miracle of Small Things
January 1st
There’s no stillness like the stillness of Curaçao on New Year’s Day. Pointless tropical sun on deserted asphalt, every business shuttered, everything forlorn. Not even trash stirs: the wind is on furlough too. There’s also no New Year’s Eve like Curaçao’s, which explains the stillness. But to Luis Villalobos, this desolate emptiness feels like the cold shoulder of the world.
Luis has just ruined his life.
He brakes for a red light even though his black Wrangler Rubicon Jeep is the only vehicle in sight. He’s seen no one, not even on foot, since pulling out of Milena’s carport. It all feels surreal, like an alternate dimension he’s crossed into by accident. In a sense it is: Curaçao is utterly different from Mexico City, London, Hong Kong, anywhere else he’s lived.
But he isn’t here by accident.
He was lured to this tiny speck of land no one in the civilized world can or wants to find on a map, away from the plum job he’d landed at the legendary Cabrera y Machado law firm in Mexico City, by the one-in-a-million carrot of taking over as Managing Director of Ehrlich Fiduciary’s Curaçao branch next year, when the current MD moves to greener fields of power and influence at the Singapore office. Fields which make Luis salivate, and which, with Curaçao as a trampoline, he would’ve eventually conquered for himself. Luis’s ambitions know no limits.
Apparently, however, his intelligence does.
He could’ve had his pick of sexy inebriated females last night; they all seemed to find him irresistible. Stepan told him to enjoy it, that new-kid-on-the-office-block popu-larity. You single, right? Go for it, bicho. Won’t last forever.
And, wearing his new colleague’s permission like a groupie brandishing a backstage pass, Luis did go for it. With Milena Durant, the Managing Director of Ehrlich Fiduciary’s Curaçao branch.
The boss.
The woman he’s supposed to replace.
Luis taps his forehead against the steering wheel—softly; a headache is already barreling down the helpless conduits between neurons. Even with the car’s A/C at full blast, he catches whiffs of Milena’s Carolina Herrera.
In this world Luis inhabits, the world of financial planning and asset management, where profit justifies not just means but every low trick in and out of the book, there is only one taboo: sex with a colleague. That’s the sleaze line. Sex with the boss—well. Professional hara-kiri, just not quite so swift.
He runs his tongue over his teeth and checks the light. Still red. He craves a toothbrush. A shower, with a Karcher high-pressure cleaner. Then he’ll scour the internet for plane tickets, make some quiet inquiries. Perhaps Cabrera y Machado will take him back. His fast track to a partnership will be gone, of course, but he’ll work 24/7 to earn it back. He’ll offer to take on the Compliance division, the one no one wants because of the constant government liaison. He’ll take it on, he’ll make it thrive, he’ll be the hero. And he’ll get his partnership back. It can be done.
Details of last night, all blurry and inconsistent edges, swirl out of the cotton in his head. The dancing—salsa. Jesus. No other woman came close after that spectacle. Later, at the beach bar, Milena on her knees in the sand rolling up his pants. They walked under the moon and the fireworks until she stumbled, they fell into the surf, came up drenched and sandy and laughing and—kissing. Let’s dry off at my place,
she said.
Even through the haze of all that beer, he saw the seductive glint in her eye. No innocent lamb to between-the-sheets slaughter, him.
The traffic light blinks, turns orange. He missed the green, dammit. He steps on the clutch, the gearshift grates—anyone might think he’s never driven a stick before. The Jeep lurches, catches, finally rolls across the empty intersection.
Last night was a test, and he failed. He revealed weakness; hotheadedness, a lack of scruples. No way Milena will endorse him as her successor now.
No. Something’s off.
In the three weeks he’s known Milena (not counting the afternoon she interviewed him in Mexico five months ago), he’s never seen her do anything, no matter how spontaneous it might seem, without calculating to the decimal every consequence. Advantages, risks; all laid out in her flowchart mind like chess moves in Bobby Fischer’s.
The self-pitying mini-him argues he’s being paranoid. The Mexican gentleman in him is aghast at blaming the girl. But his gut feels the spot-on pang of truth. Last night wasn’t just a test, wasn’t just premeditated. It was blueprinted.
Luis marks a right turn, then a left. The tck-tck-tck sounds exactly like the clicking of his father’s eternally disappointed tongue. You’ve been had, chamaco.
He pokes at the remote on the sun visor. The Warawara Resort gate swings open with a silent faltering, second-guessing itself. He shoves the gearshift into first, burns rubber shamelessly on the climb into the parking lot.
On the walkway to his condo, he fishes in a pocket for his keys with a chuckle of grudging respect. Ah, Milena. She owns him now. No wonder she looked so smug standing in her kitchen this morning, wearing his shirt. And he was so flustered, couldn’t even