The phone fell off Pudica’s hand at her attempt to snap a picture. Her blonde hair drew an arch as she stood upright. Nowhere to run, she covered herself with her towel but never faced her husband, whom she hoped didn’t tell her his thoughts about the encounter.
“Lord, please, leave and let’s never speak of this,” she said.
“I’d apologize for invading your privacy, but what can I say? I did it on purpose,” he said, walking closer and putting his hands on her hips.
“Please, go away,” she mumbled from under her hair.
“This is a terrible picture.”
The phone appeared by her face. The image was a close-up of her inner thigh. Her head lowered farther. If Mami had caught her doing something with less nudity, she would have guaranteed her daughter never met the sun ag
