The Three things of uncle john

The whole village knew that Apolinar was being melted by Lucia, and that, though this one was not crazy about anybody, she was not frowning the requests of the young boy. Equal marriage: she, young, pretty, robust and, above all, rich; he, on the edge of twenty-five, not poor, a middle señoritín, for what he was going for mayor, and both only children.

The growing affectino was not absent any more than the sacrament of the confirmation, and for that there was no other bishop but uncle Juan, the Plantao, father and natural lord of the dseired lady.

The illustrious lineage of the Plantaos distinguished itself since ancient times by a native stubbornness, that it was justly proud, and, having wanted to provide heraldry, its shield was nothing other than a nail stuck on the wrong side on a wall of red color.

Apolinar felt embarrassed by this hereditary stubbornness, and afraid that Uncle John would go out with one of his bagpipes, because he was a man who never left his yeas or nays so they smashed it to pieces.

There was no choice but to cross the Rubicon ... and dive headfirst into those bottomless depths of paternal desire. Uncle John had once said: "What brings this over here?". And for those who knew him genius, was enough.

Now thats it's your father in the cellar, I go and spit at him and God wants that he can leave with a happy face ... But first tell me, to take power, you love me as I love you, with the guts of the