“Manu, your mother is an angel, you can’t complain,” Simón told me.
“But when have you heard me complaining about my mother? That would never occur to me. She’ll be the same as all mothers, but to me, she’s the best in the world.”
“Right, I’ll continue, because if not, we’ll have to go, and it’ll be dinner time and I still won’t have finished telling you everything.”
“Come on, surely you’re almost done, you won’t have any more surprises in store, because I think I’ve had enough of them for one day after what you’ve already told me,” I was saying a little impatiently now because of how late this was making us.
“No, look, I have to tell you all the plans, so that when you have to tell your family, you can answer all the questions they have for you.”
And he went on and on… he told me how
