February 7, 1954 – Bayardo San Roman and Angela Vicario have their big, fancy wedding. I don’t know why they were married in the first place. It was clearly just for the money; after all he bought every raffle ticket that day at the auction just to impress her. What angered me so much was how disrespectful he was to our community. Rumor has it that Bayardo practically killed the widower Xius. Apparently he offered so much money to buy the widower’s house that he eventually gave in. That house meant everything to poor Xius and only two months later he died even though he was as healthy as an ox before hand. It is truly a shame. If anything, Santiago did that girl a favor if he took her virginity, because otherwise she would still be with that rotten Bayardo San Roman and he has no place in a town like this.
February 8, 1954:
2:00 – My son, Santiago, goes out to have a few drinks with his best friend Cristo Bedoya and some others.
5:30 – Santiago wakes up from a bad dream and I some how misinterpreted it. I told him that the birds in his dream would bring him good luck, but in reality the trees in his dream was a very bad omen.
7:05 –Thinking that Santiago was already in his bedroom, I locked the front door to protect my son and family. It turned out that Santiago had not been in his room but was also running for the front door away from two men chasing him with knives. I mistakenly locked him out and in result; he was brutally stabbed to death by Pedro and Pablo Vicario. Rumor has it that the men killed him because Santiago had sex with his wife taking her virginity, however I swear this cannot be true. I know that they murdered the wrong man and I helped them do it be locking Santiago out of the house. How will I ever be able to forgive myself?
8:05 – By now, it was already time for Santiago’s autopsy and things could not have gone any worse. To start, the dogs would not stop howling at the smell of Santiago’s stench and I began to get very impatient. Eventually, I was so wrapped up in grief looking at my son’s dead body that I couldn’t stand the barking and ordered for them to be killed immediately. Wow, how much I regret that decision now. Then, the autopsy began and I had to put a handkerchief over my dead son’s battered face because it was beat up so bad. The doctor’s did not have a clue how to perform a proper procedure. In fact, one of them was a medical student who happened to be here on vacation. I was stunned when the body was returned to me as Santiago’s skull was split open and some of his intestines had disappeared. Mourning over a dead son has been excruciatingly painful and the autopsy has only made it worse.
February 9, 1954 - I got out of bed very early this morning for I couldn’t fall asleep last night. I cannot seem to take my mind off of the death of my son, Santiago. I went down stairs, fixed myself a cup of Irish coffee, and began to start my day. Then, while I was reading the newspaper in the living room I heard the door open. I jolted out of my seat only to find my neighbor walking in. She said that she had something to talk to me about and I knew that it was in regard to Santiago. After all, that was the only thing that people seemed to be talking about since his murder. She began telling me that the two murderers, Pedro and Pablo, were out getting drunk the night before the crime was committed while boasting about how they were going to kill Santiago Nasar. When I asked how many people knew of this, she told me that the fools must have told over 20 people. My heart filled with rage immediately. How could they not say anything? Why wasn’t my boy warned? And how come nobody even tried to stop them? I was simply overwhelmed with so many conflicting emotions that I didn’t know where to begin. I headed for the liquor cabinet.
1957 – After serving a much too short sentence of only 3 years for the murdering of my son, Pablo and Pedro Vicario are released from prison.
1977 – 23 years after Santiago was killed for supposedly being responsible of the separation of Bayardo and Angela, the two of them got back together after seeing each other in a hotel. Now I am certain that my son was murdered for no reason. Many years have passed since my son was murdered and yet I still think about him every day. Letting him go has been difficult and the overwhelming guilt I still feel does not make things any easier. All my life I have been able to understand other people’s dreams and explain to them what they represent. However, when it mattered most, I told my son his dreams were going to bring him good health even though I know much better and that his dream with birds was most certainly a bad omen. Unless I can one day forgive myself, I will never be able to cope with Santiago’s death. Although I feel horrible for having some responsibility in my son’s death, that witch Angela Vicario should feel even worse. She made a very serious claim that my boy had taken her virginity, yet when the magistrate came to investigate, he found that there was no actual evidence that Santiago had done it. Angela couldn’t seem to explain where, when, or even how the two of them had sex and this disturbs me very much. Now, I cannot help but to believe that my boy could have been innocent, yet he is the one who is dead while two murders will be released from prison soon. For these reasons, I will forever hate the Vicario family.