He lived his own life as he saw it, and let the world live their own as they saw fit Later, that morning… a long time later, while they enjoyed the calm feeling of each other, as they lay together in bed at that unusual noon hour, Father readdressed his wife’s earlier concerns. Mariscal’s streets …

And, how many times he decided that the best thing to do do… was to not do anything at all “So, what are we going to do?” the young mother asked, placing her head on the also young farmer’s strong shoulder, whom she had loved so much, since way back, as far as she could…