For him there was nothing better in the world than his wife's empanadas, Manuela…
With the last strength he gets out of bed, goes to the dining room and there his
smell is flooded with aromatic vapors from the cooked, stuffed dough
of meat and onion, emanate from the kitchen.
Get to the wooden table where they are golden and
succulent the freshly made empanadas and take one, satisfied that your
supreme effort has allowed this desire, which may be the last.

Suddenly ... zás! ... a strong blow to the head diminishes his
faculties, it clouds his sight and causes him to collapse, bending his legs
fall to the ground.
There he spins his head without strength, slowly, and with glassy eyes
he can see his wife confusedly with the iron pan in his hand,
that screaming tells him:
Do not even think ... that they are for the wake!

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