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the cost of life
Salvador Renteria got up very early. He ran across the roof. Did not heat the boiler. He took off his boxers and the cold shower did him good. He scrubbed himself with the towel and returned to the room. Ana asked him from the bed if he was not going to have breakfast. Salvador said he would have a coffee over there. The woman had been in bed for two weeks and her brownish-brown face had thinned out. She asked Salvador if he hadn't had a message from the office and he put a cigarette between his lips and replied that they wanted her to sign herself. Ana sighed and said:
"How do you want?"
—I already told them that right now you couldn't, but you see how they are.
"What did the doctor tell you?"