One thing seemed obvious: in my troubles I would do well not to ask for understanding from the women around me. Ceferina took on a smug air as if to say, “Didn’t I tell you so?” I would like to know what the old woman was blaming me for. I didn’t marry my sister-in-law, I married the missus. You’ll say, “It’s a well-known fact, a man thinks he’s marrying a woman and he’s marrying a whole family.” Let me make it clear that, if necessary, I’d marry Diana all over again, even if I had to carry Adriana Maria, Don Martin, and Martincito on piggyback. It’s true that in those days I was really sorry that my sister-in-law looked so much like the missus. I was always confusing one with the other, which kept startling me by making me feel that I had Diana back. I’d say to myself, I’m going to do my best to make sure she doesn’t fool me again. Believe me, in my situation, it’s not good to have a similar person in the house, because it always reminds you of the real one’s absence.
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