When he looked back at the house she was standing in the doorway. Thank you mam, he said. He is nothing to me, she called. No hay parentesco. You know what is parentesco? Yes mam. There is no parentesco. He was tío of the dead wife of my dead husband. What is that? You see? And yet I have him here. Who else would take this man? You see? No one cares. Yes mam. Think it over. He unlooped the bridlereins from the post and untied them. All right, he said. I will. It could happen to you. Yes mam.
