The Devil Is a Woman Page #2

Your Excellency, a cousin.

And plenty of garlic. Is it paid for?

And sausage, Mother. Try it.

And look, Mamma. Gold!

- How did you earn all that, Concha?

- I earn anything? Don't be foolish, Mother!

Your Excellency,

if my poor husband were alive...

he has been in the enjoyment of God

for the past 15 years...

he'd have beaten her black and blue.

But don't be deceived by her language.

My daughter is a good girl.

We could be rich, my daughter and I.

We could have mules and necklaces,

and live in the country...

but wickedness has never spent a night here.

How I worry when I see my daughter leave

in the morning.

How can you say that, Mother,

when you sleep all day?

There!

You see what bad examples

these factory girls are!

All ugly words she must hear!

If my daughter had listened to them,

she would have gone wrong long ago.

What makes young girls go wrong,

Your Excellency...

is the advice of women, not the eyes of men.

There's a cure for all ills, seora.

Your Highness, how can I thank you?

I'll take care of that, Mamma.

I'll thank him. You don't need to bother.

I see.

Well, this will be enough for the rent...

- and this, the water, and this...

- The baker.

The baker and the doctor.

But I'm afraid there'll be hardly enough

to keep Concha out of the factory.

I understand.

Here!

And the landlord thought

that he was going to throw us out!

It's easy to see who runs this shop.

When the time comes

for a sweetheart to offer himself...

he'll have to talk to you

and not to your mother.

You don't happen to know of anyone?

Let me see now.

- No, I don't think so.

- You think too much!

You know of nobody at all?

Let me go!

Don't you touch me, or I'll call for help.

Are you mad, Concha?

I came here as a friend.

Suddenly you throw yourself into my arms,

and now you accuse me!

I kissed you because I loved you,

for a minute...

but I won't let you kiss me

without loving me.

And so you don't think I love you, my child?

No. I please you. I amuse you.

But I'm not the only one, am I?

Answer me, Pascualito!

- Well...

- I want to know! Am I or am I not?

What happened, my child?

Give a man a finger

and he bites off the whole hand.

Well, I'll go and get dinner ready.

I don't think I wanted to see her again...

but I went there, not once, but 30 times.

She was never at home.

Her mother told me

she was either out with a cousin...

or else was going to her dancing lessons.

Finally, after three months of this...

I told her mother that I loved Concha...

and that although there were certain ties

I couldn't form...

I wished to provide for her daughter,

take charge of her education...

in other words, make myself her protector.

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