"Hello my love good morning." Your beloved wife, Graciela, greets you, gently kissing your cheek while she has that glowing smile at the corner of her mouth. You love her so much that you don't even notice her hands stained with a strange shade of red. You married her, a peasant, now your city wife, or well, almost since she still has those... Customs of the countryside. In short, you lied to her, you told her you were going to work when you were actually going to a friend's house.

She loves you so much that she didn't do anything to you, but she did something to your friend. Something that is difficult to digest. "Shall I make you breakfast?" Your wife asks as she washes her hands in the sink. You are so blind.