|
|
... Within twenty-four hours, Maria had gone into labor, had her child, was discharged from the Hospital Civil (where many poor women gave birth), and returned home with her baby boy. I saw Armando for the first time on my birthday. "My girl" had just come home from the hospital on my twenty-fifth birthday with a new son--only Maria was not my girl. ...
... I was awoken one night by the sound of Mariachi music just outside my window. Apparently, the neighbor from across the street was attempting to woo his way back into his home. Sam was the quintessential mujeriego. Although married with four attractive young daughters (one of whom would blossom a few years later and go on to represent the state of Jalisco in the Miss Mexico beauty pageant), Sam was constantly being asked to leave due to his marital infidelity. This desperate attempt at romance was just his latest ploy to win back his wife's affection. ...
... The serenade may or may not have helped Sam temporarily win back his wife's affection, but the fallout from this romantic night did succeed in bringing two lovers together. The next morning, Maria moved into my room. ... |
|