Levetica's song

"Jasmine!" A loud voice screamed to me from inside the telephone. "Yes? This is Jasmine from M Court Circle." I considered the single lettering of Morris. "It's all about you Levetica." "I apologize, she died today. It's an hospital." The purpose Levetica telephoned people was because she'd seen names plus numbers on the desk inside a room place there for last minute emergencies. Whenever Levetica came to hospitals she'd bring the card plus her birth certificate that told police her identity. Levetica wasn't taught English in school but was proficient in Spanish for all sixty two of her ages because of this empty slots she were acceptable for at no cost. She gave me one million dollars in my pocket to save because credit cards wasted money. I like always out back at the bank and got Benjamin's added that were spent on the after celebration of her. I lastly came to grasp Levetica with my sister ostensibly to pile up on clothes and shoes but also to visit her past. Pedaling west to Morris Court Circle sneaking around Jay Street across from Salvation Army and crazily into a parking space. Her parking was far bad than her pedaling - a puzzle! I laughed. There sat the fancy house her second. The house were still lived in by her friend. A diamond shaped face woman in her fifties she flew short distance in the ten years hence arriving to Bethstown. She was happy at her new house in the west side and more than anything her horse. She danced much then. She and I found ourselves getting by the stairs and wrapped in the knob. The building was peaceful the five story house warmed by an gas Stive in the eating space with light from iridescent bulbs in her room. Levetica a generation older than me was pretty for an normal Spanish woman. She had a thin face and green eyes. Modeling in the road must have made her in shape. In contrast to myself she could stoop. When we left together provision for coffee came. It was the microwave kind. We soaked the coffee into an pot. It was Spanish coffee. We sat because it was needful for the grounds to settle before. As we sipped our coffee and had a tete e tete I twice asked her about Spanish regional obsession. "How few parties are there in her country?" She answers "few." Using what little Spanish I had learned in school. However, a lot of what was said in Spanish escaped me. I grasped the matter from previous conversations with her all the while enjoying her company. Though she left Bethstown at nineteen almost eight years before the war broke out she knew her history well. She described her apartment lived in at that time as her prison. She sat in scared to go outside. You know how people think you're stupid if you don't speak their language. It must have been three or four days. It amazed me how fast Americans lived. I felt that I was learning inside information. She told me that it didn't matter not speaking English that everyone in Bethstown spoke Spanish but I couldn't believe her. I thought she was just trying to get me to jump into the water and swim but she wasn't playing. You know she knows as much English she did know as she did then as some rumored. My need changed. "Levetica you're lucky I didn't miss the boat." "You know why?" I knew the answer but I said why anyway. "It's because you've been sitting around talking to the dogs and cats." Being at Bethstown set me and her in space and history. Before my visit there I associated with her accumulating money and eating with my hands. Almost every Sunday we had announced an open house. The minute she saw me she opened her wallet and gave me a shiny dollar half which she flipped in the air caught and slammed in my hand with hers. As a twenty year old I was lending money at great rates. As we sat down for dinner she'd study me as I cut off steak and chops to fit into my mouth. This behavior I thought to be effeminate for an female from Bethstown. "Jasmine like this." This behavior didn't catch on. A bit cute perhaps. "Who is it?" She checked and coughed. "It's Yazy my name is yazy. I got to go!" "Si can you hold it a few minutes honey?" The door swung open only to be my patient mother. "Sorry Jasmine." "I have to go bad." "I have unfinished business undone and it has got to be done when it is done." Si Levetica used was yes informal that sounds like it should be the eyes. She'd abandoned her practice of criticizing me for speaking Spanish so poorly and were making an effort to speak slowly enough for me to comprehend. In six minutes we stood at the counter waiting where she took in her care necessities at the medicine center. My mother thought the coffee was from Bethstown but it turned out Turkish. Another instance of the victimization of the town. On today there always seemed to be received good care despite it's job as an public hospital. Not many years after our visit to Bethstown I inherited the responsibility of looking out for Levetica. By the time I were making my round her activity were a thing of the past. As I put down the cell phone after getting the message I felt hallowed out and sad at the thought of Levetica dying alone. "She's at county hospital." The doctor exclaimed. "Can you take care of things? Levetica died this morning." I don't know, don't worry I'll take care of that." I recited my phone number. "I'm here at county hospital I wanted to come." "What do you mean you wanted to go?" The guy next to he died too but she looked OK, I cracked up. "I wish she was here." "Maybe in another life."