The Invisible Guardian. Dolores Redondo

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      ‘Amaia.’

      She saw Víctor coming over, making his way through the parishioners who were flooding out of the cemetery after Ainhoa’s parents. She had known Víctor since she was a young girl, when he had first started going out with Flora. Although it was now two years since they had separated, to Amaia, Víctor was still her brother-in-law.

      ‘Hello Amaia, how are you?’

      ‘Fine, given the circumstances.’

      ‘Oh, of course,’ he said, casting a troubled glance at the tomb. ‘Even so, I’m very happy to see you.’

      ‘Likewise. Did you come by yourself?’

      ‘No, with your sister.’

      ‘I didn’t see you.’

      ‘We saw you …’

      ‘Where is Flora?’

      ‘You know her … she’s already gone, but don’t take it the wrong way.’

      Aunt Engrasi and Ros were coming up the gravel path; Víctor exchanged a friendly greeting with them and left the cemetery, turning to wave when he reached the gate.

      ‘I don’t know how he puts up with her,’ remarked Ros.

      ‘He doesn’t anymore, had you forgotten that they’ve separated?’ said Amaia.

      ‘What do you mean he doesn’t anymore? She’s like a dog in the manger. She neither eats nor lets others eat.’

      ‘That does describe Flora rather well,’ agreed Aunt Engrasi.

      ‘I’ve got to go and see her, I’ll let you know how it goes later.’

      Founded in 1865, Mantecadas Salazar was one of the oldest confectionery and patisserie companies in Navarra. Six generations of Salazars had run it, although it had been Flora, taking over from their parents, who had known how to make the necessary decisions to keep such a company going in the current market. The original sign engraved on the marble façade had been retained, but the wide wooden shutters had been replaced by huge frosted windows that prevented people seeing in. Making her way round the building, Amaia arrived at the door to the warehouse, which was always open when there was work underway. She gave it a rap with her knuckles. As she went in she saw a group of workers chatting while they made up boxes of pastries. She recognised some of them, greeted them, and made her way to Flora’s office, breathing in the sweet smell of sugared flour and melted butter that had been a part of her for so many years, as integral to her sense of identity as her DNA. Her parents had been the forerunners of the process of change, but Flora had steered it to completion with a steady hand. Amaia saw that she had replaced all the ovens except the wood-fired one and that the old marble counters on which her father had kneaded dough were now made of stainless steel. Some of the dispensers had been upgraded and the different areas were separated by sparklingly clean windows; if it hadn’t been for the powerful aroma of syrup it would have reminded her more of an operating theatre than a pastry workshop. In contrast, Flora’s office was a big surprise. The oak desk that dominated one corner was the only piece of furniture that looked at all businesslike. A large rustic kitchen with a fireplace and a wooden worktop acted as the reception; a floral sofa and a modern espresso machine completed the ensemble, which was really very welcoming.

      Flora was making coffee and arranging the cups and saucers as if she was receiving guests.

      ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ she said without turning round when she heard the door.

      ‘This must be the only place you wait, you almost ran out of the cemetery.’

      ‘That’s because I, Amaia, don’t have time to waste, I have to work.’

      ‘So do the rest of us, Flora.’

      ‘No, not like the rest of you, sister dear, some more than others. I’m sure that Ros, or rather Rosaura, as she now wants to be called, has time to spare.’

      ‘I don’t know what makes you say that,’ said Amaia, somewhere between surprised and upset by her older sister’s dismissive tone.

      ‘Well, I say it because our darling sister’s got problems with that loser Freddy again. She’s been spending hours on the phone recently trying to find out where he is, that is when she’s not wandering around with puffy red eyes from crying over that shit. I tried to tell her, but she just wouldn’t listen … Until one day, two weeks ago, she stopped coming to work under the pretext of being ill and I can tell you exactly what was wrong with her … she was in a temper with a capital“t” thanks to that PlayStation champion. He’s no good for anything except spending the money Ros earns, playing his stupid computer games and getting off his head on dope. To get back to the point, a week ago Queen Rosaura deigned to turn up here and hand in her resignation. What do you think of that?! She says she can no longer work with me and she wants her final pay slip.’

      Amaia looked at her in silence.

      ‘That’s what your darling sister did; instead of getting rid of that loser she comes to me and asks for her final pay slip. Her final pay slip,’ she repeated indignantly. ‘She ought to reimburse me for having to put up with all her shit and her complaints, her martyr’s face. She looks like she’s got the weight of the world on her shoulders but she’s the one who chose to carry it in the first place. And do you know what I think? So much the better. I’ve got twenty other employees and I don’t have to hear sob stories from any of them, let’s see whether they let her get away with half of what I have in her next job.’

      ‘Flora, you’re her sister …’ murmured Amaia, sipping her coffee.

      ‘Yes, and in exchange for that honour I have to put up with all her ups and downs.’

      ‘No, Flora, but one would hope that as her sister you might be a bit more understanding.’

      ‘Do you think I haven’t been understanding?’ Flora asked, raising her head as she took offence.

      ‘Perhaps a little patience wouldn’t have done any harm.’

      ‘Well, that’s the final straw.’ She huffed as she tidied the items on her desk.

      Amaia tried again. ‘When she hadn’t been to work for a couple weeks, did you go and see her? Did you ask her what was wrong?’

      ‘No, no I didn’t. What about you? Did you go and ask her what was wrong?’

      ‘I didn’t know anything was wrong, Flora, otherwise you can be sure I would have gone to see her. But answer me.’

      ‘No, I didn’t ask her because I already knew what the answer would be: that that shit has made her into a complete mess. Why ask when we all know the answer?’

      ‘We also knew the reason when it was you who was suffering, but both Ros and I stood by you.’

      ‘And now you can see that I didn’t need you, I dealt with it how you should deal with these things, by cutting my losses.’

      ‘Not everyone is as strong as you are, Flora.’

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