Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Of The Boar Another delay!  I'll have plenty of time to think about him.  Was he always two? The one that disappeared with my boyfriend that last year of college was the one I hated.  He'd talk down to me and turn right back into his original mannequin self, wave  his hand in a fury whenever I interrupted him while he gossiped on the phone. That one never knew I heard all the ugly things he ever said about me.  Yet I remained his friend for over thirty years.  I should have dropped him off on his head in the Ukraine as soon as I realized why he fell from that balcony in Connecticut. There's a wild boar walking through the city in the pouring rain.  He wears a traditional Scythian neckerchief, but the foul odor of betrayal gives him away.  Everyone knows when he approaches and they move away.  And here I was thinking I’d write about Tamara and her baby.  Another delay! ©  Sergio A. Ortiz  May 5, 2010