_{An old cardboard drawing with oils, made by me.}

Patricia and Servando are a very particular couple, they are made of contrasts and silences but they have been together for more than thirty years. She is talkative and witty, he is silent and thoughtful; she dances and sings boleros, he listens to jazz and smiles; she does not want pets, he longingly feeds every little animal he sees, and so they parade incongruities and mysteries. But where they fully coincide is in the habit, almost ritual, that they both practice every morning and every afternoon in front of their Greca coffee pot and two cups of coffee.

That is the moment that Servando takes advantage of to tell his day's adventures and his plans for tomorrow, just at that moment when Patricia concentrates in silence to savor her first cup. She listens and becomes more engrossed in savoring her coffee. They drink one that they brought her as a gift from Trujillo, it is pure, finely ground, with a strong aroma, it has a golden packaging that keeps it under vacuum so that it does not lose its aroma, so they say.

It is the best to start the day. Patricia realizes that there is not much left and asks Servando to go back and buy some coffee since he is going out to do some shopping for his workshop. She decides to keep the little she has left in the cupboard to enjoy it on a good occasion, because now she will have to continue drinking the local ones, which are not bad, but they do not have the strength of this one.

After lunch Patricia went out to teach her classes, she returned tired almost at five o'clock, when she came in she saw a transparent bag with something that looked like coffee. She was immediately exalted, "I don't think this is the coffee that Servando bought", they were usually bound with quinchoncho or other grains; he knew that she hated them, but they were cheaper. Mentally she told herself, she would not drink it, she had saved the one that was left, tomorrow she would buy a commercially packaged one.

She was deep in her thoughts while she was looking for the coffee she had put aside in the morning, when Servando entered the kitchen, full of grease, yes, his usual work with the motorcycles he dismantled. He told her: if you are looking for the old coffee, it is not there, I gave it to Don José, do you remember? The man who repaired our refrigerator.

There was no point in arguing either. Tomorrow would be a new day and she would prepare the coffee he had bought, with all the "love" in the world. There was little sugar left, so without remorse she poured it into the sink, rinsed the jar well, dried it and added three spoonfuls of salt. The rest would be to let time pass.

In the meantime, to sing and dance like in the best of times, a sip of bad taste would perhaps teach the opposite, or not, but life is like that.

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