Episode 17

The rectangular table for six is ​​set; six white base plates with gold lines on the edges placed with their cutlery on the right side and a crystal glass in the upper right corner. My grandmother is one of the most delicate women I have ever met in my life. I'm sure she was the one who put the red tablecloth with a top smoothed golden. There are poinsettias in all four corners. I did not see the need to buy a table of eight or twelve chairs if we were always only the three of us and most of the time the two of them. My mother wore a black dress with a little V-neckline; a round clasp with rhinestones adorns the space between the breasts and abdomen. He comes down with ease and reaches his knees. He looks much younger. Sitting in the front seat she is nervous. I miss his writhing hands, but I guess it's because he has a man like Julio at his Christmas dinner. We have been dining alone for more than five years. Since the death of grandfather, no man accompanied us in ti