Monday March 8th arrived and the religious of Villa Rica went to visit their students at the Román mansion, extending them a permit so that they would not attend school neither that day nor the other, assigning them only a few classes that the teachers were going to give them home.
In the news they did not want to agree that the blackout had not only been national, but that it had crossed borders, and they wanted to attribute it to some type of solar storm.
On the Tuesday morning newscast, reporter Leticia Corréa gave her version of what happened, showing another package of images, that she had taken with a professional high-resolution Nikon camera, but that only showed a photograph of the fatal horseman galloping after the carriage, among others that showed the boardwalk, with only the abandoned cars and the police on the scene.
And so it happened that week, in the midst of news about the countess of Malibrán, and the cold war between the United States and Russia, because it was rumored that also in some places in Europe and Asia, they had suffered that blackout, at the same time and with the same duration of time, of course, according to the different time zones, reported by the countries that suffered the same phenomenon, which although it had only lasted a few minutes, raised the controversy of the electromagnetic pulse due to a nuclear experiment.
It was already Monday, March 15, and precautions were beginning to be forgotten, the girls continued with their studies, gradually forgetting the night of the macabre gig by the countess of Malibrán.
The postman knocked on the door, and this time many letters came from other countries, because the other pensioners also wrote to boys requesting friendship by correspondence, an event that made them forget for a moment, the fear they still felt for what two weeks it had happened before.
-A Roma also arrived for you, perhaps from the boy in the photo. –said one of the maids.
-I'm very sorry, girl of my dreams, but this time I'm not going to fall into your trap either, I don't know why, but I can't believe you and if I didn't return you, neither, since you never told me her name, he put as the recipient's name; My distant love.
Érika ran like crazy and desperate to the dining room, where there were still some letters, and when she found one that said; Gregory Verch in the sender and my distant love in the addressee, she put it on her chest very excited and went up between running and dancing to her room, where Romaia was still reading her letter.
-And back to our business, if I can consider that we already have something, you could not fool me because the heart is not fooled, and I know that you are the girl of my dreams, the one in the photo I stayed with, and I would just like you to tell me if I can consider that you and I already have something, to concentrate all my efforts, my studies and what I can earn working, so at the first opportunity I have, go to meet you, and then see what is happening, or on the distant beaches of the port of Veracruz, or those of Puerto Arturo.
Yours forever… Nathan Verch.
The letter said, which carried another photograph of the boy, but now dressed casually, with a more recent date written on the back of the photo, just a few days ago, with some very special words.
-Yours forever, if you want it.
Erika had already read the letter from Gregory Verch, which brought the piece of the photo that they had sent them, immediately locating him.
With the fourth boy from the photo that Romaia had cut out, and had even written him the answer, and when just Roma He was asking for her opinion regarding the answer she had given Nathan, where she only wrote a huge "yes" on a sheet of paper, and in the smaller corner, she wrote down the telephone number of the pension with a code number, one of Adelina's maids went through the corridors of the rooms saying.
-Mrs. Adelina says that those who want me to take them to the post office, get on the Combi right now, afterwards there will be no permission to leave for anyone, and they will have to answer their letters until tomorrow.
Upon hearing this, Érika and Romaia put their letters in their envelopes and were among the first to get on the Combi.
-The fourth boy in the photo you cut out wrote me; Rome, and I'm not going to tell you what I answered, but I feel very much in love; I believe that until now we stopped the hunt for unfaithful men, yes?
-I already said yes. - Roma says without paying attention to her.