Chapter 56

• ALONSO
• When Hilda died years ago, I could swear nothing was going to make me look at another woman with longing ever again in my life or think about her when she wasn't present__ not to mention feeling my blood boil every time another man regard her the way I find myself looking at her most of the time.
• I had been content with my women. No expectations, no demands. The rule was explicit because I knew nothing was ever going to make me marry again.