A figure was marked in red: one million one hundred and twenty thousand pesos.
It wasn’t exact to the last centavo, but it was enough to change his expression.
— I didn’t know it had grown that much.
— You didn’t know because you never wanted to know.
At that moment Doña Soledad entered, Marisol behind her. They came in indignant, still in the clothes they had worn to the supermarket, but without the bags.
— What nerve! — my mother-in-law said. — After humiliating us, you come home to settle accounts?
I stood.
— What was shameful was filling a luxury cart without any money.
— I told you I forgot.
— And I’m telling you I’m not going to cover for oversights anymore.
Marisol let out a sharp laugh.
— Honestly, sister-in-law, how dramatic. Your mask is slipping over a few pesos.
I looked at her.
For illustrative purposes only
— Not a mask. The blindfold came off.
I took the remote and connected my phone to the television.
The history of the family fund appeared on the screen.
One transfer stood out: two hundred and forty thousand pesos to Marisol’s account.
Iván didn’t move.
— What is this?
Marisol went pale.
Doña Soledad answered for her:
— I lent it to her. She’s my daughter.
