“Well, if I’m not bothering you,” Antonio answered, “but then I have to go.”
“Son, how could you bother us?” said the friend who had been listening to him, “Let the young girls get jealous when they see us two old women accompanied by such a handsome young man,” and the three of them laughed.
When they had their cups of steaming hot cocoa, staring at her across the table, as if thinking aloud, Antonio said:
“How lucky some of us are.”
“Why?” said his grandmother curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Because you can afford these little treats,” he replied.
“Treats?” said his grandmother’s friend. “Son, this is just a hot cocoa to invigorate the body, and some days it even serves as dinner, and that way we don’t have to make anything at home.”
“Yes,” he said, “but it’s just that others can’
