Lucía smiled sadly… but she didn’t say anything more.
That same weekend I went to my mother’s village, on the outskirts of Zacatecas, and handed her all the money.
She took it quickly.
Her eyes shone in a way that, at that moment, didn’t catch my attention.
— Of course, my son — she said. — The money you earn should stay in the family. I will keep it for you… that way you won’t have problems with your wife.
From that day on, I trusted my mother completely.
Every time Lucía asked about the money, I answered irritably:
