She told practically her life him: the mistake of its marriage, the sevicias that the father of Ricardito practiced with her, how it was luckyly in a relieved economic situation and that it had until now not thought about returning to marry. His neighbor was not so loquacious. He said to him that it liked more Europe than the United States but that there, clearly, it did not have the same professional possibilities that in America. and that I have proven that it. Without too much insistence, I must say it, but I have tried that it. No, it was not married.
There was never it been, answered to him a question for which Mercedes apologized immediately: Perhaps I am too indiscreet was embarrassed. What goes said to the man. With the years that I have it is logical it asks that it. But added, with leaves of sadness never I have found the woman able to make leave soltera me. Mercedes had forgotten completely both malencarados types already had scared that it.
In fact, both seemed to sleep like two blessed one next to the other. Thus, desmadejados and with the closed eyes, they seemed less sinister and, almost, nothing almost dangerous. Between the lunch, the projection of a film, the usual trips of Ricardito to the washbasin, the supply of a coffee by the flight attendants, another tea after awhile the time was happening. Before the trip arrived at its aim was she who took the initiative: Perhaps we could see us while we are in New York. The voice sounded a little to him tremulous, with a threat of falsetto as a result of the nervousness that had produced him its own boldness. I am afraid that does not go if possible said to the horseman, because I nothing else connect to arrive with flight to Minneapolis.