Pandora’s Box

Pandora's Box

Bobo and Cutlass had been clamoring for us to come out to their beach villa Casa Rosa Azul.  During a renovation involving the removal of a wall in their bedroom, they said they came across something really spectacular but they weren’t going to reveal anything until we were there.

Of course, Max and I made plans to go. The villa had belonged to the famous, beautiful 1930’s Mexican movie star Rosa Azul, adored by men all over the world.

“Hola, welcome, come in, come in,” Bobo said, skipping down the wide gallery to the living room. You’ll never guess in a million years what we found.” We sat and Cutlass served drinks.

“Do tell,” I said.

“All in good time,” said Bobo, with a superior smile.

“So what’s this great discovery? Rosa’s recipe for mole?” Max said, helping himself to an olive and picking up a dry martini.

“Aren’t you the clever one?” Cutlass, said.

“An ancient Spanish treasure map?” I ventured.

Bobo smirked. “Much, much better! Follow me.”

Max and I followed them into the master bedroom overlooking the ocean. It was in renovation disarray.

Cutlass crossed to a wall with a large jagged hole chipped out. Showing through was a door to a safe. He turned the knob.

“What’s in there?” Max asked.

“Wonderful things,” Cutlass replied, “better than Tutankhamun’s tomb!”

Pandora's Box
Pandora’s Box

Max and I leaned closer as he reverently removed an ornate wood chest the size of a shoebox. Then he lead us back to the living room and set the box on the glass and chrome coffee table under the portrait of Rosa.

“Are you ready?” asked Cutlass with a dramatic flair of his wrist.

We nodded.

“Tah, dah!” he said as he ceremoniously lifted the lid and took out a small blue velvet pouch.

“This, my dears,” he said, taking something very sparkly out, “is Rosa’s famous sapphire pin in the shape of a rose. She wore it in at least one scene of every movie she made. It disappeared after she died. And,” he said, making a grand gesture with it, “we found it!”

Bobo clapped his hands gleefully. Cutlass passed it to us. Max and I looked from the pin to the painting. Indeed, it was the same pin.

“Worth a fortune,” Max said, turning it around.

“Not to mention sentimental value,” said Bobo. “But that’s not all.” He nudged Cutlass who took out a sheaf of yellowed letters tied with a faded blue satin ribbon.

“These,” he said, “are letters between Rosa and Him! as she always referred to the mysterious love of her life.”

We knew that his identity is one of the 100 Greatest Mysteries.

“Well, my dears,” said Cutlass smugly, “we read all the letters and the ones from the mysterious Him! were actually signed H. I. M.  Don’t you see? They’re the initials of Rosa’s lover. And my dears I know the identity of Him! With that, he pulled out another envelope edged in black and held it up. It read, “To Be Opened After My Death.  Rosa Azul.”

One of the 100 Greatest Mysteries was about to be solved.

Xoxo  Sylvia


By Silvia Saltwater