Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2003 07:59:05 -0400 From: Tom Cup Subject: The Innocents: Paulo and Beto by Richard Dean - Part 4 Chapter 4 - A/Y - AF Copyright 2000, 2001, 2002 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ************************************************************************ What's New at TomCup.com? 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Beto's mind was a jumbled whirl of ideas and thoughts ruminating in telepathy. We've got to notify Ricardo as soon as possible. It's his right since he's suffered so much in the sacrifice of Antonio et alia. Elena and Julio too. The children? We can't allow them to reside here. There's only room for our students. We'll care for them at home... clothes, schooling...the works. Paulo is no shape at the moment to handle the children or even think clearly about them. We must find out where their mother and step-father live...we can ease their financial burden or assist them in finding full-time employment before she does something which may lead to more loss of life. She must be insane with grief. The young man; what's his name? Ah yes, Javier. He'll know where they live. Fear not Toninho, we'll protect your brother and sister. I promise you that. Duchess Flavia you can rest in peace, your grandchildren are safe and unharmed. In a calm collected tone of voice Beto inquired, "Have you finished reading the letter Paulinho? Do you understand the implications of what she means to do in the future?" Turning his gaze to Beto he replied, "I haven't read all of it. I couldn't go beyond the part where she identifies her children by her first marriage with a fellow she named as Benedetto Carpazetti. Read it to me please, I don't think I can concentrate to read it further." Reaching down to pick up the fallen letter from the floor, Beto began to read the letter aloud. ______________________________________________________ Sir Director, My name is Gloria Carpazetti d' Souza. At the age of 15 I fell in love with my third cousin Benedetto Carpazetti. When we discovered I was pregnant we decided to marry. Without the approval of my parents we eloped from Porto Alegre to Santos and became married. Six months later I gave birth to a healthy son whom we named Antonio (Toninho). During that year my father became very ill with cancer and died in December. My mother had to scratch a living for herself without financial assistance or insurance. She was unable to help us financially when Benedetto became unemployed as a dock worker in Santos. We scraped enough money together and moved to Rio de Janeiro. He found a position as a desk clerk in a hotel. By the age of 21, I had three children, Antonio-6, Javier-1 ½, and Carla-5 months. (See supporting documents of births & marriage). Our union became strained when I discovered my husband had a roving eye. As a lusty hot-blooded Italian he felt justified when I withheld sexual relations with him in fear of becoming pregnant once again. Within a year he had had several paramours and finally was found out by an outraged cuckolded husband and was subsequently shot wherein both himself and his pregnant bitch lay murdered. I was destitute with 3 small children to feed, clothe and house. I became a prostitute and subsequently dabbled in drugs. For the next 3 years some of my tricks would move in with me. Sadly one more daughter came out of that arrangement. With four children I stayed out longer on the streets. I met my current `husband' Ayrton. We have been together since that time with an issue of two more children, a daughter and a son. Six children, my `husband' well advanced in alcoholism and he was unemployed. Most times when it was time for me to go to work, he would be at home, despising the children and the tasks associated with caring, feeding, diapering those that still had not been toilet trained. It seemed to him a degrading situation. Needless to say, I found out 5 years ago that I have what is known as AIDs. I am not proud of what transpired to bring us to the point where it was necessary to turn Antonio out of our home, such as it was, to fend for himself. I've cried and tortured myself for allowing it to happen. 3 years later we sent our Javier and Carla to the streets. At times I hear screaming from my subconscious that tells me to end this life. I have an alcoholic man, 2 of my youngest children (son and daughter) with AIDs like myself. The other daughter, a half-wit. I have followed the news reports of Our Brother's Keeper with deep interest. My mother somehow ended up in Rio and with the assistance of Antonio started to march on government offices decrying the inhumanity of the so-called street children. Many times I would wander the street near OBK simply to get a glimpse of Antonio or my mother. My heart was torn apart when I did see him one day driving a Yanqui, his guardian I believe. I wanted to scream out Antonio's name and make myself known. I could not in all honesty do it...my shame, lifestyle, and circumstances would have tainted him and brought vilification to the name of Carpazetti. When my mother died I cried and beat myself for abandoning her. When Antonio died I screamed. I killed him by my selfishness. Had he not been turned out he would still be alive I pray. Please Sir Director, take my two full-blooded remaining Carpazetti children from their hells and give them peace of mind. Give them a chance for a clean decent life. Educate them. Allow them to walk freely among others of your class. Enclosed are two documents which have been signed by me and witnessed by two reputable businessmen relinquishing them to ________________(blank name...you fill it in). I have been assured this will constitute a legal document so that they can be adopted, name changed if necessary, and raised as any other middle class child would be. I assure you Sir, I shall not interfere or desire to be involved in any manner with them, if you will do this. I shall never see them again, knowing in my heart this is one act of goodness I can do for THEM! Please do not attempt to contact me or my remaining family. We shall not be where you may assume. We will be consumed in the fires of hell. Into your trust I place my children. Bless you! Senhora Gloria Carpazetti d' Souza ________________________________________________ "We've chores to do, Paulinho. Let's see to those children. They must have eaten by now, eh?" "What do you think she means by `consumed in the fires of hell', Beto?" "I can't be entirely certain about it, but I believe she means to take the lives of all of them." "BETO! We can't allow something like that. We've got to stop them...uh..uh..her!" "Listen to me clearly my sweet. I am not going to jeopardize these children by telling them their mother may be afoot to murder/suicide. We need to shelter them and keep such possible ugliness from them. I refuse to undermine their love for their mother and half-brother and sisters. I repeat, I will not allow ourselves to cause them panic or fear of the unknown. I told you it is my belief that she intends to do her family harm. Believe me, Paulinho, as soon as we find out where she lives from young Javier, we'll make an effort to contact them and assist them in whatever means are available." "But you could be wrong, Beto. How in good conscience can you not act on this information?" "My conscience tells me that we can save `some' of them; not ALL. That's the premise of Our Brother's Keeper. Those are the exact words of Toninho and Lady Flavia if you'll remember. I also believe Ricardo would do the same thing if he were in our position. Work with what you have. We can do it by helping 100 poor souls at a time. In this case it'll be 102 of them. Come on now, we've got to attend those kids and try to get them settled." ************************************************************************ Send comments to: richard@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. 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