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Hello?

What did he say?

Are they coming up?

When they arrive,

don't stare like half-wits.

If he turns up with a MILF,

I'll piss myself.

Okay...

Shut up.

Alfonso, for God's sake...

Evening.

What's wrong?

Where's Luca?

Oh, Luca. She's sorry,

but she couldn't come.

She got one of

those two-day viruses,

an intestinal virus. A mess.

I brought wine.

Biodynamic?

No, Marqus de Vargas, reserve.

That's more like it!

So Luca's not coming?

Are you stupid?

Didn't I say she was in a mess?

And we so wanted to meet her.

Yes, she wanted to meet you too,

but she didn't want to spread it.

Can I come in

or do I have to go?

Come in, come in.

It's a shame about Luca.

Yes.

Hey, nice earrings.

You're the nice one.

What happened, Pepe?

With what?

You haven't split up?

No, we haven't.

You didn't argue?

Are you an a**hole? No!

Pepe, how old did you say she was?

I didn't say, Antoito.

You didn't?

No, I didn't say.

She's our age.

Ahh!

"Ah", what?

No, nothing.

We agreed:
No comments

in bad taste about Luca.

She's not here.

But I am.

Luca is a lovely name.

"Pepe and Luca" sounds great.

Golly! I had a dog called Luca!

Tell me, are you in love?

I don't know. How do you know

when you're in love?

You're asking me?

Sure. You're the expert.

You must know.

You're a psychologist.

If you talk to her for

30 minutes a day, you're in love.

Right. And if it's an hour?

You're really in love.

And if you never talk, you're married.

Sorry, honey, you gave it to me

on a platter.

Take no notice.

Smells great. What is it?

Black truffles.

Speaking of a load of truffles,

have we got the house in Teruel?

No, not yet.

It's delicious. We should go up

and get tons of it this winter.

That'd be nice, the shop downstairs

sells them for 250

per 100 grams.

And some are this big.

2500 a kilo?

More or less, yes.

That's serious cash.

You bet.

Why don't we grow

truffles in La Pedriza?

Truffles?

Yes.

In La Pedriza?

Yes, where we have the house.

You idiot,

truffles aren't like onions.

They grow in special conditions.

And La Pedriza

isn't exactly rich soil.

In winter it's green.

Yes, it's like Ireland.

It's a 1000 metres up.

It's just rocks. Give me that.

Do you realise it'll be our first

vacation without Clara and Diego?

It feels weird to me.

To me too.

The other day I spoke to Clara,

she says hello.

How is she?

Just imagine,

she's back with her folks in Zaragoza.

Who are the kids with?

With her, who else?

With Diego?

The poor girl's a mess.

Finding out that your husband

a girl your daughter's age

would destroy anyone.

I feel sorry for her.

She'll need time to get over it.

50, menopausal, and your husband's

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