(An attempt of fictional narrative, influenced by reality, and robbery with great Dorothy Parker and others)
Mrs. M. rises daily at seven o'clock. The employee has not arrived yet at that time, then prepares his coffee and hurried back to keep in the freezer, before the girl finds it. The same has to do with cookies and chocolates. After breakfast, sweetener, apple, white of an egg without salt, grab the car and leaves his home in the country. He likes it there, but gets a foul mood traffic having to endure every morning to go to the gym. It would smoke a cigarette at every traffic light, but more than twenty years ago he quit smoking. It's just so disgusting that a woman smoke.
Mrs. M. arrives at the establishment and greets everyone, including the goalkeeper, who at that time is usually crippled the wide sidewalk. "Good day Don José", says very strong. Not a question. Mrs. M. not think too good not to greet the doorman. After completing his two-hour routine of exercises, performed stoically always looking in the mirror, it goes without showering. Le disgusting the bathrooms in the gym. Not that the gym itself is dirty, or has anything to suggest that is not fully toilet, on the contrary, is what is best in the city, but still, you can always have a germ in the wet or fungi attached plastic curtains in the showers. Back in the car, looks at his cell, usually with no messages or messages of the employee, who does not know if the chicken fry or have them in the oven. This kind of thing exasperated Mrs. M., because the girl already knows too well that at home do not eat fried food. Cook should say no more, but then would have to pay less and be miserable. And it was clear to Mrs. M. nor would it pay the same and to do a task less. Besides, I hated cooking.
The kids come to eat between one and two. The clerk asks if you leave food for the Lord, but Mrs. M. says no, that gentleman is to eat in the middle. Do not know why that girl does so many useless questions. You know perfectly, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, the man did not eat at home. So was difficult to remember that?
little boys talk among themselves or with their mother. In fact, all three are of few words. You mentioned something about rugby that resulted or will, other comments on the party I was invited this Saturday, the third complaint has to work to have that many partial week at the private university The three witness.
Mrs M A love having boys. She is, as they say, the queen of the house. And as a good queen, recall affects his room after finishing lunch. When you turn on the TV, quietly complains that it does not look good. "In this house there are too many TVs." Find another channel, one that looks nicer. Finally I found.
Then grab the cordless phone, which is always beside the bed. Called two friends to see if they want to go visiting in the afternoon, but it turns out that both had plans. Then call your mother, that has nothing to do but does not want to leave the house alone. Well, says Mrs. M, I will go there. Switzerland could bring the cookies she had been given the girls of the parish and were a constant temptation. Moreover, they could knit and play cards.
Mrs. S. is a happy woman. It has always been clever and has managed to successfully resolve every aspect of your life. And everything went great. Mrs. S. do not ever get up early. In fact, never opens his eyes before midnight, and when it does, and everything in your house is functioning as an oiled machine. The girls lying beds, carpets vacuumed, mirrors, shiny, clean bathrooms, dogs fed, the washing machine spinning, the garage still wet, without land or leaves. Then Mary took him to bed for breakfast. Wooden tray had everything: coffee, juice, toast, jam, white cheese, cigarettes and lighter.
was wonderful that Mary lived with them for so many years. It seems like yesterday when I gave the antibiotic to the girls always scheduled time, when I was arming the costumes for the act of the school or when she offered to make souvenirs for the party of fifteen of the youngest. Mary loved the girls, but they all loved her. Do not bother to nap or night, and if they needed to fix them or iron them something in particular, tried to do it themselves. He just asked that sort of thing sometimes super special, or directly, as they say, had no what to wear.
The girls had a busy life, and therefore also his mother. It was a kind thought and often said Mrs. S., who had a close relationship and good. His daughters told him everything. Mrs. S. knew who their true friends, who only wanted them for money, who were serious suitors who had no chance with her daughters. Also conducted many activities, and his mother had to accompany and support them in everything, which for her was always a pleasure. The school was looking for, take them to gymnastics, I wanted to find, take them their English classes, to the homes of true friends, to buy a little something to the center or parties on Fridays and Saturdays. And the girls were a sensation. Were not only beautiful and intelligent, but also sensitive and good people. They were always willing to lend her clothes and did not care much if I returned the shirts straight.
Mrs. S. I felt enormous pride for the girls, and that they share everything, including their experiences with love, with his mother. They were really friendly. So much so that when asked to Mrs S. how she was, she then said great, that the largest will heard that his horse was the most beautiful or just smaller to that day had sent her flowers a serious suitor. The people were good people, respected and loved around the world. The man was a known doctor who had surgery in Buenos Aires and abroad, but had also served people of their own people, including some poor, because, as he said, charity begins at home. Mr traveled a lot, everyone knew, and always invited to Mrs. S. to accompany him. This, however, rarely went. The girls would want to be with it, miss it, do not know what to do alone. Were so childish, so close to his mother, and that in a couple of months most start college. Would have to go to live alone. Luckily the youngest still lacked a year. However, in due course, and Mrs. S. know what to do to occupy their time. Would have to put the department, painting, changing curtains, furniture skid. And when all that was finished, it would be nice to travel once or twice a month and stay a few days, meeting new friends and new real serious suitors. It would be better for all the girls were not so alone, which is accustomed to the mother sometimes is with them, willing to lend if I need your advice and help.
Mrs. P. not going so well. First, was poor. He lived in a house coming down with her husband and their children. They were so close in age that seemed to twins, but she was eleven months older. Mrs. P. spent her days at home caring for children, who were really terrible. When one wanted to sleep, the other wanted to eat. Do not let her do anything, cooking, ironing or even quietly watch TV. At the end of the day he felt tired, exhausted, cranky. To make matters worse, when Mr. came about seven o'clock, I always wanted to eat something good and talk to her, who had no win. Then the master was angry and went alone to watch television, as Mrs. P. gathered the toys in a box and made sleep more kid, that was truly impossible. Mrs. P. I had no idea how they did mothers who had more children. No way of working. She was determined not to work, to be a good mother at least until they go to school. Anyway, never had no time for anything. He could barely swim quietly or weaving the odd pullover, which one was crying or wanting to play with a glass ornament, which she had to remove the hand.
Mrs. P. not going so well. First, was poor. He lived in a house coming down with her husband and their children. They were so close in age that seemed to twins, but she was eleven months older. Mrs. P. spent her days at home caring for children, who were really terrible. When one wanted to sleep, the other wanted to eat. Do not let her do anything, cooking, ironing or even quietly watch TV. At the end of the day he felt tired, exhausted, cranky. To make matters worse, when Mr. came about seven o'clock, I always wanted to eat something good and talk to her, who had no win. Then the master was angry and went alone to watch television, as Mrs. P. gathered the toys in a box and made sleep more kid, that was truly impossible. Mrs. P. I had no idea how they did mothers who had more children. No way of working. She was determined not to work, to be a good mother at least until they go to school. Anyway, never had no time for anything. He could barely swim quietly or weaving the odd pullover, which one was crying or wanting to play with a glass ornament, which she had to remove the hand. Fortunately, his marriage worked well. The Lord loved her and wanted so much to children. Was lucky to have found, when it was practically the only single of his circle. It was true that she was pregnant earlier than expected, but then the man had put him happy and proposed marriage. Moreover, as he told Mrs. P. his in-laws, she would not be a single parent. And he was, what is said, a good game. It is true that Mrs. P. had always liked tall men and thin, like his father, but you never know what will be her prince charming, and although the man did not respond to her ideals of beauty, was a good man had a beautiful personality and worked hard for his family. Mrs. P. not always going great, but had to admit he was much better than before. He lived with his parents, studied and worked all day on weekends. The examinations and the thesis had that damn tired, and out both night and was tired of the same old places. She had a suitor who read a lot and with whom he sometimes came out. Wonderful conversations. But at the moment of truth had not shown enough decided, and that's never good for a woman. Luckily had appeared the Lord, for he was an accountant and will soon make good money. By then, the boys would be more large, and they could go out for dinner one day, or even go on holiday alone.
