(MARCELA is loosely based on characters in DON QUIXOTE by Cervantes.)
Marcela studied the statue. The saint was carrying the Christ Child but it was wrong. Then she noticed the prayer to Saint Anthony on the plaque and nearly fainted. Her cane tapped loudly and echoed as she rushed out of the cathedral.
"It's my fault," she cried.
She found the statue of Saint Christopher in the grotto by the koi pond. An elderly gentleman was sitting on the bench.
"Ambrosio?"
He patted the bench.
"You're not angry?"
"It's beauty's privilege to keep a man waiting," Ambrosio smiled at his wife.
The dementia occasionally convinced her that they had not eloped in their youth and that it was all her fault because she had waited for him in front of the wrong statue on the most exciting night of her life.
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