#4
The compulsive anxiety for the aunts' distressed farewell kiss
Dona Rosália came to visit my 8 aunts who meet every Saturday to drink Yerba Mate and talk about the diseases, who's died and who is close to dying. Sometimes they talk about the weather, sometimes about the pretty phrases the priest said at mass, and occasionally they curse about their husbands or children. I watched them from the stairs, they all looked like the same person, some crocheted as they talked, others ate greasy muffins as they laughed and dropped sugar onto their full, sweaty breasts. Dona Rosália left at the end of the day and there was a great affliction to order the order of farewells, I was perplexed watching the slow and heavy movements of that human mass of aunts with fluffy and dyed hair while emitting small sounds and whispering softly a "Go with God" in Dona Rosalia's ear. As one kissed her on the cheek and hugged the others unconsciously they made the repeated movement as if it were a disturbing reflection of mirror cells (just like when we yawn). By the way, yawn!