Doña Sosa imagines Ciego’s wife sitting outside under a veranda, rocking herself on a nice wooden chair, being served her lunch and a cold beer, forgetting the burdens she left behind. Bandida. What a terrible woman Ciego’s wife was to leave him like that. What would Doña Sosa’s own life been like had she left ten years ago just when her husband started to get sick?
Judgment between women, their obligations to their spouses
