The Ballad of the Loving Mailman

Hugo La Rosa By Hugo La Rosa, 29th Apr 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/tdv8aeur/
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There is a Spanish saying: Cada oveja con su pareja (Each sheep with her own partner). It was never as true as in the case of the following pages, in this short story.

The Ballad of the Loving Mailman






The man was short and ugly, but because of the books he lent to her every week, Betty Plume thought Frederick was a good man. The truth was that Fred, as Betty called him wanted to have sex with her. The man worked as a mailman, and the Post Office was not far from Betty's house, so that whenever she went to the supermarket –which happened every Friday morning—she stepped inside the rather small federal office building where Frederick sorted the mail.

"Here are your books, Fred, thank you. I especially loved the story where Mr. Burroughs, the protagonist, saves Sarah from drowning in the river. I like suspense in a romantic novel, it makes reading exciting."

"Yea, and because of that, they fell in love with each other, even though the man was poor."

"Exactly."

The conversation lasted no more than a couple minutes, but it was enough for Fred to develop a deep loving feeling with the girl. That is, in his imagination, for his love was not being acknowledged by Betty, who felt for him only a brotherly affection.

Betty's Father, Mr. Plume had been very active in his law office, for he has had many clients in his Downtown buffet. However, because of his precarious, diminishing sight, he had to close business and retire to a mellow life with his wife and daughter Betty. In fact, Mr. Plume had come to a point in which he could not leave his house. Besides, Betty's mother was a bit older than Mr. Plum and her health had been deteriorating; the ravages of Parkinson disease had taken a toll on the woman's fragile body.


That left Betty as the single administrator of the house, an even though they had a maid, she was in charge of all the monies coming to the house. Mr. Plume had sold his office, clientele and all, to an old friend of his for the sum of a million and a half dollars payable in monthly amortizations. The savings Mr. Plume had in the bank were quite substantial, surpassing the amount they had received from the selling of the office.

Betty was free to do as she pleased, but she was such a fine, young lady that at 20 she carried herself with a cheerful dignity most of her former girl student companions didn't possess. Many in the neighborhood would have agreed that she had an air of an enchanting princess about her. She had graduated with honors from High School a couple of years ago. But she couldn't get to go for college, because it would had been detrimental to her parents health care.

"Don't worry about us, honey, you just go to college, and we'll take care of the rest," Mrs. Plume had said in one occasion.

"But who will see you, who will take care of you, at your age?" Betty had responded.

"Julien, Julien will take care of everything in the house," Betty's father had said.

Julien was the maid. Julien had been at their service for more than 8 years already, and she was thirty-two at that time.

Before, Julien had been friends with Frederick, the mailman, and they in time had developed a love relationship, a hot love relationship. But the day Julien grew a lot interested in getting married to the short man, Fred had said:

"The way things are is Ok with me, I don't know why you want to change it."

"Yes, fine with you; but for me? What about me? You see, all the town-folks talk about me and you, and you know what, I'm starting to believe that we live in sin, as they say."

"But Julien, my love, give me some time, I need to save some money, you know, getting married is not cheap, at least not for me."

"Fine! So you stay the way you are; but not with me. I'm done with you!"

So Julien had walked away from the relationship. But she still loved the man, secretly of course, short and ugly as he was. In time, nevertheless, Julien had fallen into a relationship with the barbershop owner who lived near the park. It was the best barbershop in town, and Alphonse, as it was his name, had two sons, 15 and 17, reason for which Julien had many reservations about her new relationship.


But that was 4 years ago. Now Betty Plume, on the other hand hadn't been aware that people in town had beginning to talk evil about her "innocent" friendship with Frederick, the mailman. They were saying mean things about Betty and her family. They had said that Fred and Betty were having an obscure relationship, and every time Betty went out the Post Office, people smiled and nodded and shook their heads disapprovingly.

Until the day Frederick declared his love to Betty Plume.

Of course, she said no. It was as if a discordant musical note had been hit by mistake in the deep recesses of her young and beautiful heart. In fact, she felt indignant about the whole issue; she had never thought in her life that a thing like that would get into Fred's head. It was then that she realized why it was that Frederick would lend such hot books to her. She thought in her heart Fred was trying to awake in her feelings and responses she did not feel, no, not even in her wildest dreams. She got so offended that she said:

"And I thought you were being my friend, you dirty man!"

That day Frederick had been waiting for her outside the Post Office building. And as soon as she saw her, confused and in love as he was, he had dared to touch her hand and had tried to kiss her. She refused, pushing him with all her might.

"Don't you dare to touch me again, or I'll call the police, you ogre!"

Betty became like a recluse in her own house. And even though she didn't stop reading romance novels, she began to develop a distaste for going out. She was afraid that Frederick might be lurking around or stalking at her. But the man Frederick never did any of those things. He felt rejected and despondent, and he cried for more than a month during nights, when he felt most alone.

At that time, he even thought of suicide. But he was too much of a coward to do so. It was, finally, for Fred to decide: he would lament this rejection all his life, or he would find another love in his life. He came back to reality. Fred thought that to continue living was more of a dare than to end his life. So he threw the gun outside the city, in a garbage site.

Two months later, Frederick, the mailman, and Julien, the maid, had come back to terms one Sunday, as Julien was leaving Church. Julien forgave him, and he forgave her of her love relations with the barbershop owner. Julien had accepted the beautiful flowers Fred had bought on his way to see her.

Betty Plume was free to be happy now. Her parents were also happy when they knew she wanted to go to college. There she got to know her future husband, a Mechanical Engineer in his last year of study.

Mr. and Mrs. Plume had hired another maid.

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College, Couple, Falling In Love, Future, Heart, Heartache, Husband, Innocence, Lawyer, Reading, Romance

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author avatar Hugo La Rosa
I am a US citizen living in New York who likes to write short stories and poems. I was born in Peru.

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