The news of the departure of Manele came to aggravate the sadness that Marcy felt always, since childhood, when approached Christmas.
Every year, at that time, she felt that absurd and infant sorrow, but that year with much more reason, as if they were producing a hopeless end of something that nobody can define, as a catastrophe.
That year in particular she had no mood for anything.
Since she was married, once arrived December, she decorated her house until the last detail, with objects that she renewed each time, new colours and always different motifs, and she placed on a large tray Christmas sweets of all kinds, cut and ready for a snack. When Manele came, he went straight to the tray, and her accused her, joking, be developing a belly that he had not.
But that year in particular she did not put the tray and then repeated the ornaments of the previous year. She placed them anywhere, no sense. She didn´t cook special dishes, nor sent the greeting cards of her own handwriting, as it was her custom. She only expected to spend the holidays as soon as possible.
Family celebrations were made, even more, unbearable for her.
They joined, as every year, in the house of Marcy´s parents, to celebrate the Christmas meal. That year, as usual, also accompanied them her uncles. Since the children were born, that time of the year had acquired a very particular sense. Marcy understood, since she had them, how could there be a Christmas of truth, without. And that happiness was greater as were with their grandparents, together the three generations, sharing food, the roof and gifts.
But that whole year was very different and the illusion of her sons, unaware that it was happening, it did not reach her heart.
Arriving at the house of their grandparents of Greda, children were to the corner of the room, where they were deposited gifts, while Marcy, Manele and others went to the dining room. Her mother and her aunt had set the table as always: a set of dishes and glasses, which was only used on that day, with a napkin, next to each dish, which bore the name of each one embroidered on one corner. They sat in their appropriate place and took a few appetizers. It was the first time in many years, that Manele apologized and left food, after a few bites, saying that he had work backlogs.
Her mother then brought the roast and put him in the middle of the table and she served them.
-Daughter, lucky that you've had with him. While working out, you will not miss anything. I'm right, Mery?
-You are absolutely right -replied his aunt.
Her father and her uncle remained more cautious.
-Ahem! It is normal for her be a little nervous because her husband will leave –said Gerardo.
Her mother had prepared a roast pig very appetizing, but Marcy was eating without wanting to, without notice almost the taste.
On hearing the words of her uncle, he was afraid to cry in front of everyone. She took the jug of water and went towards the kitchen, with the excuse of filling it in order to control. When she returned, they were silent; children, on the room´s carpet, were still unwrapping toys.
-Will have to get used -said her father-. There is no other choice.