“Un lirio para tu.”
“Muchas gracias SeñorRoberto.”
“Conocí a tu padre.”
“Sí Señor,” the sobbing young woman dressed in black on the TV screen asked the well dressed, greying gentleman, who handed her the lily, as she sat the flower on the window ledge overlooking the metropolis of Mexico City.
“Sí,” he answered, embracing the grief-stricken daughter of Señor Carlos Hernandez, a wealthy business owner.
“What are you watching?”
“Amor a la Muerte, a telenovela.”
“Do I want to ask?”
“I have a Spanish exam next week. I need to practice.”
“Maybe you should have done the homework.”