Sadness at being caught, at the incontrovertibe knowledge that she will never forgive you.

I am a chatty person, but colossally discreet.

You think people hate a fat person? Try a fat person who's trying to get thin.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

I think what happened to me was that I was always being taught to look, but one day I started to see. And it was because a lot of women in my life were refusing just to be looked at, to be this passive figure.

I can see myself watching him shave every morning. And at other time I see us in that house and see how one bright day (or a day like this, so cold your mind shifts every time the wind does) he will wake up and decide it's all wrong. I'm sorry, he'll say. I have to leave now.

Nilda is watching the ground as though she's afraid she might fall. My heart is beating and I think, We could do anything. We could marry. We could drive off to the West Coast. We could start over. It's all possible but neither of us speaks for a long time and the moment closes and we're back in the world we've always known.