It was late when she appeared at the school yard gate and noted that her sons were playing football to spend time. Not had meant the same the birth of the oldest one, when even the couple was at its best that the arrival of the small one, that Marcy seemed to be a clone of Manele. She noticed in their feelings and their treatment towards children, those differences, but she didn't matter.
-Paul, it is now there mom! -shouted the child.
She expected sitting at the wheel, while the children were hasty and accommodated their backpacks. He returned to give the baby a slap in the face.
-How many times I have to tell you that you do not shout?
The oldest one looked to his mother in the eyes, inquisitive.
-Do you are happy, mom?
"How much he seems to me". Paul and his mother are communicated at the speed of lightning. She had little time to get home and wait for the call from her husband, as he always did when he was away.
-You come, go to the shower that is ringing the phone -she told to the children when they arrived at home. She was sure that they had already sounded many bells before the first she heard.
-It's about time! -Claimed him on the other side-. I have little time and above make me wait, where were you?
-Love, I was visiting my parent´s house and made me late, how are you?
-The day of meetings. And you, can I know what do you do all day outside home?
Manele had banned her to have mobile telephone, said that to save, an apology without foundation, but she knew that it was a way to control her. While travelling he called by the landline to know the time she spent outside the home.
-Well, today also took the opportunity to have coffee with friends, I did some shopping and now come with the children.
"Manu, this set looks good?" It was a voice of a woman that was next to her husband, a very sensual voice. A prick of angst left her without breath, without voice. He used to call her from his room, while he was on trip to the back of the work. But that day, in his room, was also a woman, insurance. The worst ideas crossed her mind; perhaps one of his pretty workmates maintained an affair with him. Manele was always delighted to have trips. She heard on the other side a sneeze of her husband, faked, believed Marcy, intending to cover the sentence of the girl.
-What is the weather out there? here raining non-stop -he said, evasive. Marcy could barely articulate a word.
-It is too cold, love, and I miss you a lot.
When they finished the conversation, she felt so blocked that she could only say a farewell phrase. "It could be a crossing of lines, in a long distance call may occur, there was much noise".
-Does daddy already hung? -asked the young child, in his pyjamas since.
-Yes, he has much work - she said distracted-. Put you right now to do the job! The little one started playing while Paul, a nine years old boy, two more than his brother, entered the kitchen to help her, always responsible, her preferred. He saw in the face of the child a gesture of concern, a certainty that some trouble was between the parents. She tried to camouflage, as he could, his displeasure.
-Good little boys! Go eating! I have prepared some delicious burgers; you are going to suck your fingers.
While dined his sons, Marcy was launched to review your purchases and your wallet full of apprehension. The last few days she had played the machine too much. She started winning 500 euros and was hoping and betting more and more, until she lost twice. Each new day she thought it would be the recovery. A recovery that never arrived, and every day losses were accumulating. She knew some places where Manele kept money extra, and already desperate, unable to do the purchase the next day, she took his pocket money. While there was money to feed the machine, there was no problem, if not, she was in a mood of a thousand demons.