Every boy wanted a Club House.
Sometimes Dad built a tree fort with the requisite No Girls Allowed Sign. Sometimes a boy made do with a cardboard box or a corner of the basement.
Once the Club House was secured, a boy began to gather Club House members. Generally a copy of Dad’s Playboy found under the bed or an old copy of National Geographic with tits would get other boys to join.
A pledge of secrecy was made; rules were made and within a week it had all fallen apart as there was nothing to do.
Years pass, retirement happens.
Betty wants to move to San Miguel.
A house is built that requires daily supervision.
But once built and Betty goes off to decorate, there isn’t a lot to do. That sense of unease that created the childhood Club House starts to emerge.
Men start to come to Jardin to find buddies for a new Club House. Since the little woman won’t let them hold meetings back in the house, they form the Club House in the Jardin – on the benches or on any seating area they can find. They talk about the past and sports and a bit about those magazines Dad had.