in health” thing that she’s never going to leave. I’ve got her firmly under my thumb.
I ran out of breath.
“And the inheritance?” the man asked.
Esteban burst out laughing again.
—Everything for my son, obviously. For Tomás. He’s my blood. Brenda is just looking after the house until I die.
My chest broke.
Thomas.
His son from another marriage.
The same one who used to come into my house without saying hello.
The same one who would leave dirty dishes and call me “ma’am” as if I were an employee.
The same one for whom Esteban asked me for patience.
—It affected him to see me like that, Brenda.
Lie.
It suited both of them to see me bent over.
Esteban spoke again:
—Besides, while she cleans my butt, I don’t spend a penny. Do you know how much a full-time nurse earns?
The man replied:
—A fortune.
