Back The Spanish Daughter
Chapters (52)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CHAPTER 1 - Puri
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6 - Angélica
  10. CHAPTER 7 - Puri
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9 - Catalina
  13. CHAPTER 10 - Puri
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14 - Angélica
  18. CHAPTER 15 - Puri
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18 - Catalina
  22. CHAPTER 19 - Puri
  23. CHAPTER 20 - Catalina
  24. CHAPTER 21 - Puri
  25. CHAPTER 22 - Angélica
  26. CHAPTER 23 - Puri
  27. CHAPTER 24 - Catalina
  28. CHAPTER 25 - Puri
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28 - Angélica
  32. CHAPTER 29 - Puri
  33. CHAPTER 30 - Catalina
  34. CHAPTER 31 - Puri
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. CHAPTER 39
  43. CHAPTER 40
  44. CHAPTER 41
  45. CHAPTER 42
  46. CHAPTER 43
  47. CHAPTER 44
  48. CHAPTER 45
  49. EPILOGUE
  50. Author’s Note
  51. Acknowledgments
  52. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

I thought of my own relationship with Cristóbal. It was true that I directed the course of our lives in many ways. But I didn’t think of my husband as stupid—I just thought he didn’t care about the minute details of our lives, like the way we decorated our apartment or what friends we should invite for dinner, so I ended up making those decisions myself. Had he been unsatisfied with our arrangement? I recalled his words during our last quarrel.

I’m already doing what you wanted. Am I not?

“You make women sound like monsters,” I told Martin.

“Oh, no. I love women. I just don’t want one to run my life.”

“But do you realize that most women never have had the freedoms you enjoy? They constantly have to explain their behaviors to their parents or to their husbands, and restrain their actions in a society that always judges them.”

“Well, there are societal rules and laws for everybody. Just because I’m a man it doesn’t mean I can kill someone. But perhaps you’re right in that outside the home, women must show more restraint than men.”

“That is a fact. Or can you imagine a woman paying a man to fornicate?”

He let out a boisterous laugh.

“I’d volunteer if they needed someone.”

“I don’t doubt it.” I took a sip of beer. It was so bitter. How could people drink this on purpose? “So instead of running the risk of having a woman rule your life, you use all others?”

“You mean, the prostitutes?”

What else?

“It’s a fair exchange,” he said. “They need the money and I need their services. Or do you think I should be giving away money to every woman I meet just because they need it? Look, it’s a rotten system, but I didn’t create it and I don’t know how to fix it. It’s unfortunate that some women have to sell their bodies to survive, but life is not always pretty or clean. We’re imperfect creatures. We’re messy, we’re flawed, we don’t always have answers. I know I don’t.”

“And here I thought you were nursing a broken heart.”

He turned around and grabbed a plate from an overhead cabinet.

“Enough of this dull talk,” he said. “Let’s eat.”

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