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\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropO.png}ne morning, \\
Maribel's husband went to the well for water ---\\
and did not come back.\\
They found him dead on the path.\\
No accident anyone saw.\\
No illness anyone could name.\\
No cause anyone could discern.

After that, \\
Maribel began hearing people differently.

A neighbor said, \\
``I'm glad my brother moved away,'' \\
and Maribel heard \\
the void of loss in her heart.

A cousin said, \\
``It was necessary...'' \\
and she heard the yearning — \\
``If only…''

She was hearing what people meant, \\
not what they said.

At first, \\
she thought it was grief.\\
Grief scrambles the gizzards of one's soul.\\
Yet, the feeling did not fade — \\
it sharpened.

She answered people with less than she used to: \\
a wordless nod, \\
a longer look, \\
a cup of tea poured more slowly.

When the baker said, \\
``Business is fine,'' \\
Maribel noticed how his hands shook \\
and steadied them with her own.

When her sister said, \\
``I don't mind being alone,'' \\
Maribel saw — and asked her to stay for supper.

People noticed.

They began stopping by in the evenings — \\
not formally, \\
just lingering on her patio, \\
sitting on her husband's stool, \\
talking sideways about things.

A woman said she was angry at her mother \\
and did not know why.\\
A man said he was proud of his son \\
and then stared into his cup \\
as if waiting for something to float up.

Maribel did not resolve anything.\\
She made space for sentences to finish themselves.

It became known, \\
in a small way, \\
that if you did not want advice, \\
you went to Maribel.\\
If you did not want to be told \\
what you should feel, \\
you went to Maribel.\\
If you wanted to hear your own voice slowed down \\
until it sounded like yours, \\
you went to Maribel.

This was not a gift she asked for.\\
It cost her sleep.\\
It cost her appetite.\\
It cost her the feeling of being finished \\
at the end of the day.

Sometimes, \\
after everyone left, \\
she would just sit in the waning light \\
with both hands palms down on the table, \\
feeling as though something had been poured into her \\
that had no container.

One afternoon, \\
a young couple came.\\
They had been married less than a year \\
and were already tired in a way that looked old.

He spoke first.\\
She corrected him.\\
He tried again.\\
She folded her arms.

They both looked at Maribel — \\
for the pointless victory of being right.

Maribel felt the familiar pressure behind their words, \\
two versions of the same loneliness wearing different coats.

If she spoke, \\
one of them would hear themselves as betrayed.\\
If she stayed silent, \\
both would feel abandoned.\\
She poured more tea.

`` So you think I'm wrong,'' the wife said. \\
``I think your words are sharp,'' Maribel said.

`` So you agree with her,'' the husband said. \\
``I think your words are heavy,'' Maribel said.

They stared at her \\
as if she had rearranged the furniture \\
while they were sitting on it.

They left without resolution — \\
not angry, \\
not healed, \\
only slowed.

After that, \\
fewer people came with disputes.\\
More came with stories.

Someone talked about a childhood friend \\
whose face they could no longer remember.\\
Someone confessed they were afraid of being happy \\
because it felt like tempting something.

Maribel's house changed.\\
Not in size — \\
in temperature.\\
Words behaved differently there.\\
They arrived less armored.

Some people stopped coming.\\
They said she was hard to read, \\
that she didn't take sides, \\
that she made everything complicated.

Maribel did not argue.\\
Her days became quieter.\\
Her nights heavier.

Sometimes she wished she could go back \\
to the old way of hearing, \\
when a sentence was just a sentence, \\
when ``fine'' meant fine.\\
But she also knew she would never again \\
trust a word that arrived without its shadow.

It was not that she could hear people better.\\
It was that she could wait longer — \\
wait for the second sentence inside the first, \\
wait for the feeling searching for its own grammar.

She remembered the young couple's faces \\
and understood something without turning it into a rule:

There are truths that heal by being spoken. \\
And truths that heal by being held.

Her house became known for neither. \\
Instead, it became known for the pregnant space between.
