Author's Note: Thanks so much to wotwasithinkin for the first review on this work. In response to the comment, I have the outline written for 16 drabbles, with numbers 1 through 6 and number 16 at least in final draft form. I like to stay at least two or three ahead, so if all goes as planned and I don't take too many detours (which has been known to happen!), I'll generally be posting two or three per week until the story is complete.
Your reading and reviews are greatly appreciated.
Drabble 3:
She rounded the corner to see a toothy grin.
"Buenos días, mi hermana."
"Manolito!" She hugged him close.
Playing dumb, he asked, "¿Qué pasa, Victoria? What is wrong?"
Taking her brother's arm, she seated him in the parlor. Frowning as she gathered her skirt, she sat down with a huff.
"My husband is what is wrong," she replied. "He is a…a…stubborn, pig-headed mule!"
Manolito nodded slightly as he continued trying to keep a straight face.
"And you finally realized this great truth exactly when, dear sister?"
With his amusement finally slipping through, her face reddened; rising, she stomped away.
"Men!"
~HC~