carols on their accordions. There were also a few loved-up couples making the most of other peopleâs boisterous happiness to enhance their own, wandering around the square holding hands and kissing under the colonnades.
Berta was leaning over a counter, struggling to decide whether she wanted a figurine with a red or blue cape, when she heard MarÃaâs distinctive voice, high in the middle of a sentence and dropping at the end, right next to her, calling a man âmy love.â The man had his arm around her waist and his back to Berta. MarÃa was facing Berta but was blind to everything but that unknown manâs lips.
After a sloppy kiss complete with tongues and noisy slurps,MarÃa pulled away from her loverâs embrace and found herself face-to-face with her bossâs shocked expression. She jumped, raised her hand to her mouth, lowered her gaze, and knew that the next day she would have some serious explaining to do. It would be as bad as if her own mother had discovered that, instead of spending Three Kings Day around the hearth with her family, MarÃa had slipped out in search of the wild adventure of a clandestine affair.
Indeed, the next day, at exactly 7:00 p.m., Berta Quiñones, the same woman who had greeted each of them that morning with a little present wrapped in tissue paperâperfume, a hair clip, a makeup bag, âwhich the Three Kings left by my fireplace for you because youâve been so goodââasked them all to finish their work and go home.
âExcept you, MarÃa,â she said, pointing at her with an accusatory finger. âI want you to stay a bit longer, please, because I really canât get the accounts to add up. Letâs see if you can explain them to me.â
MarÃa walked into Bertaâs office with her head down.
She was the first one to speak.
âLook, Berta,â she defended herself, avoiding Bertaâs questioning gaze, âmarriage, contrary to what you might think, because youâve never been married, so you havenât been through these things, isnât a bed of roses, you know? In fact, itâs the opposite: Itâs a bramble patch perched on top of a cliff. Youâve no idea how hard it is not to end up plunging to the bottom.â
âSure,â said her boss as quick as lightning, âand youâve just smashed your head right open.â
âTrue, I have, but not just now,â acknowledged MarÃa. âIâve been living at the bottom of an abyss for a long time. What yousaw yesterday, contrary to what you think, is probably the thing thatâll save my marriage in the long run. I was dead, Berta, and now Iâve come back to life. Even my kids have noticed the difference: Iâm the cheerful woman I once was, the woman who felt wanted and loved, who still believed she could be happy.â
âCheating on your husband?â Berta threw at her.
âIâm not cheating on him,â said MarÃa, defending herself tooth and nail, âquite the opposite. Whenever I sleep with my lover, I imagine Iâm with Bernabé.â
CHAPTER 21
S ometimes MarÃa regretted having married so young. If sheâd been more patient and less desperate to get out of Urda, she wouldnât have fled her parentsâ house at nineteen with the first outsider who happened to pass through the village. But she was fed up with her life, and thatâs what she told Bernabé on the riverbankâfed up with doing the chores at home, looking after her younger siblings, obeying her fatherâs tyrannical orders, and prodding her zombielike mother. Every day was spent rushing about, working like a slave, never stopping to wonder whether somewhere, not far away, there might be a better future.
âIâd like to move to Madrid, get any old job to start with, study accounting, because thatâs what really interests me, and then get a proper job, buy a flat, and be
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