The Price of Paradise

by Susana López Rubio

I was fine with him being far from me and my daughter. Like most spouses of dishonest men, I adopted a defense mechanism that was cowardly but efficient: I would look the other way.

On the contrary, despite his brutish manners, his big mitts had a knack for mixing and preparing the most sophisticated drinks. His mojitos were to die for or, in his own words, “They were the nun’s tits.”