OK.
Let's go to the second of thirty volumes
that I'm going to read from--
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All right.
I lived in a small town where gossip is gold.
OK.
And if you've never lived in a small town,
you probably wouldn't appreciate or understand
what the kind of currency gossip holds.
I mean, if you have some gossip people surround
you, they like you, they love you,
because you have something they want to know.
OK.
And so there's even extremes among that there's
people who live to have all the scoop all day long.
And all night long.
"Mitotero" Mitote means gossip.
So this is a lady I knew.
"Mitotera".
"Even in that town whose business
is finding out everybody else's business, she is extraordinary.
Nothing is secret: fires, arrests, affairs, madness,
murder, even as it occurs or not too long after.
She combs the newspaper with only chisme in mind,
calls all over town, trades stories.
And of course, that tremendous radio in her parents' house
tuned to the police band night and day."