Corey had run down from the school bus, opened the classroom door, and found her mother sitting on the couch in the living room, next to … herself. He rubbed his eyes.
“You don’t see it folded,” said the mother on the left.
- Which one is my mother? Corey asked, looking from one to the other. The one on the right was more tidy and elegant, it probably wasn’t her mother.
- What do you think? – Asked the one on the right.
“You,” Corey replied, pointing to the one on the left, in home clothes. She blinked an eye at the other.
- Didn’t I say I wouldn’t be able to deceive you?
“If we had changed clothes, he wouldn’t have noticed,” said the elegant mother. – As in Príncipe and the Beggar …
- Hey! I know my mom! Corey protested to the elegant mother. – And you are not her … despite being very similar.
“Come here,” called the mother he knew to be the real one. – Sit between us.
Corey left the backpack on an armchair and approached it, suspicious.
“Mom, you never told me you had a twin sister,” he protested, turning to the left.
The mother stroked his hair.
“Family secret,” he said cryptically.
- How old is he? – Asked the one on the right.
“You’re a very smart boy, Corey.” The one on the right stroked his hair, just as his mother had done.
- What are you called, aunt? – Asked the boy, looking up.
- Cordelia. But everyone calls me Delia.
Corey narrowed his eyes.
- That’s my mother’s name!
“Our parents weren’t very creative about names,” she replied, with a sarcastic smile.
- How about now go take your shower and change for lunch? – Suggested the mother.
Corey rose silently, picked up his backpack and went upstairs to the upper floor, where the rooms in the house were. Alone again, Delia, her mother, concerned expression, turned to Cordelia.
- I don’t think this will work. We are physically identical, it’s true, but you just didn’t live with Corey … he’ll know it’s not me, even if we change clothes.
“I don’t intend to impersonate you,” said Cordelia indifferently. – I’m taking Corey with me.
“Just for a visit,” Delia pointed out firmly.
“If he wants to stay, what counts is his choice,” Cordelia insisted.
And in the face of Delia’s expression of revolt, she added placidly:
- Deal is deal.
Delia took a deep breath.
“Okay,” he replied bitterly. – But give me a day, I need to talk to him. Explain the situation.
“Tomorrow,” said Cordelia. – Tomorrow I’ll be back to pick you up …
He consulted his watch and specified:
- At 12 o’clock sharp.
Then he got up and raised his arms, traced the contours of a large rectangle in the air. A dark wooden door with a brass handle appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of the room. Cordelia pushed the knob inside, revealing that on the other side there was an elegant, carpeted room with a fireplace where some logs were burned. Through a tall window next to the fireplace, there was a wintry sky, from which snow fell. Before closing the door behind her, Cordelia turned to Delia and repeated:
- At 12 o’clock tomorrow.
The door was closed. And it disappeared as if it never existed.
On the couch, Delia plunged her face into her hands in despair, and stayed until Corey touched her shoulder.
- Mom? What happened? Where’s Aunt Cordelia?
“She’s gone …” murmured Delia. And then he took the boy by the hand and sat him down beside him. She hugged him tightly.
“Your aunt wants you to spend time with her, Corey. Will come back tomorrow.
“But I’m in the middle of the semester,” protested Corey. – Aunt can’t wait until summer vacation?
Delia shook her head.
- No, Corey, no. Tomorrow. But, don’t worry, you won’t miss a single day of school at school … if it doesn’t take too long.
The boy looked puzzled at his mother.
- There … where, mother?
Delia took a deep breath.
- It is a very distant place, and at the same time, very close. Your aunt has … powers.
And holding the boy’s face with both hands, she kissed him on the top of the head.
Submitted by Alex Raymundo on 06/08/2020
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