That evening Lucy took the keys to go to his sister's birthday. Before it was found out by looking in the mirror. He wondered if the image that was reflected was it: eye dull, dry skin and two deep wrinkles between the eyebrows. With forty years and this aspect is not unusual to be alone (she thought), alone ... without a man.
During the meeting his sister introduced him to Ernest. Ernesto ... a man fifteen years her senior, who could not say more than four words together. Lucia felt that it was unable to be pretentious and agreed to go out with him the next day. He did it with the same reluctance with which he soon after accepted the marriage proposal. After a short courtship they married. They said the usual: till death do us part. They exchanged rings. Do not know why, but Lucia felt an old cow which were marking a fire. He consoled himself, thinking they would not be alone. He was right. They settled in the house of Ernesto. Lucia knew from the first day of married three things: Ernesto's mother had died a year he could say more than four words together (when he talked about how much he missed) and now, the house was home to three: Ernesto , Ernesto's mother and her. Ernesto
a week left trabajo.Aprovechando questions the absence of her husband, Lucia got up late to prepare breakfast. He hurt the finger. It took the kitchen light. When he wanted to take the handle of the jug with milk, the pain stopped him. He looked at his hand. The finger was very swollen. He wanted to remove the ring and could not. Tried to get soap to slide outside and could not. The finger swelled more and was turning black. Drawer of a small closed volume tools to cut the ring. I only succeeded in hurting his finger. The ring was no longer visible: he had hidden in the wan flesh. The finger was torn. Overwhelmed, only managed to throw it away. Livid reached to sit on the couch in the living room where hung the portrait of Ernesto's mother. When he returned, his mother was wearing a wedding ring.
