After several years of having obtained the long awaited retirement as a teacher, Doña Eduviges, who also managed to be my teacher and come out unscathed from so much effort, I went to visit her with another friend.
I went to visit her with another friend.
She was in the living room with a man who had been her student in a rural school in her early days as a teacher.
Doña Eduviges had served for the occasion some small glasses of liquor with some cookies she had baked hours before.
Don Gumersindo, the former student, was already quite purple from so much liquor, which was made of eggs, chatter goes, chatter comes and then, all of a sudden, Doña Eduviges said to Don Gumersindo:
-Tell me, how is the egg liqueur? -And this one, a little bit overwhelmed and not used to be taken by surprise, said:
-The liquor of fingers is like to suck the eggs.