Julia Alternate Ending

Julia left on a Monday. Lucky me, at least my weekend wasn’t ruined. But my life was, I thought. “It’s best to separate”. “We cannot keep on hurting each other” were her chilly blows to my face and my ego. I had to agree, during our life together we argued a lot, mostly because she resented my lack of ambition, unlike her who was determined to become a famous actress. The plan I had of getting married and having children got shattered but for some stupid reason I believed that she would come back. Well, that’s what I wanted. I was in love with her and although my work as an assistant to a judge was not as sexy as being an actor, it paid the rent and fed both of us.

But nothing would stop her from leaving. “It’s final”, she added. I always
She gladly accepted it and told me her name was Ines. “I came out to watch the high surf crashing on the beach sand but the wind is too strong and I cannot keep this stupid umbrella open”. “No worries, I’ll help you”. I opened her umbrella and held it for her while walked for a while along the beach. Every now and then Ines let out what seemed like a nervous laughter. She was charming and I thought that was a good sign.

Ines confided that she lived with Leonor, her widow aunt, a book and TV soap opera lover, whose ultimate wish was to have her autobiography written and Ines would type it.

In jest I proposed that we could team up and write the old lady’s memories. Days later I quit my city job and moved in with Ines and her aunt. I would dedicate myself full-time to write Leonor’s memoirs, for which she offered me quite an attractive sum of money.

When I was a boy the fleeting thought of writing a poem or a story crossed my mind. However, that idea didn’t prosper and the only things I have ever typed have been hundreds of never-ending legal documents. I would have never imagined that I would end up writing a woman’s
Since her memory was vague I started to invent the story of an uninhibited woman that enjoyed a privileged life, the pleasures her body demanded that she satisfied with a parade of lovers who came and went through her life thanks to the fat wallet her husband provided her. I researched the customs of the period and the geography of the places Leonor told me she had lived in to make them coincide with each action and situation of the persona I was creating from my imagination.

Old Leonor left this world without seeing “her memoirs” published. Ines inherited the lady´s estate and money. Life with Ines was easy and more so with all that money and we were in love. However, things began to get complicated after she suggested that we should publish the more than 300 pages of my narrative that I had entitled “Uninhibited Traveller”. I was doubtful, in the beginning but she convinced me.

What happened later was unbelievable. “Uninhibited Traveller” was among the top10 best seller list for many months. Women who felt identified with the heroine or wanted to emulate her mostly bought my