“I need to know what we do with the service,” he asked.
I got up. I felt the dress heavier than ever.
“You pay for it,” I said. The food is served. Guests who want to stay for lunch, who eat. No one is to blame for this except those who have provoked it.
Roberto opened his eyes a lot.
Do you intend to cancel the wedding and use the banquet on top?
“I want the people who have traveled and the workers who have been here since seven in the morning not to pay their pride.
It was Mariana who took the emergency envelope out of the bag where we kept payments and tips. I had access to the joint account for the wedding because most of the suppliers had hired them myself. I confirmed right there with the coordinator that the rest would be paid that same afternoon. She nodded, relieved.
That changed the weather. The situation was still a disaster, but it was no longer chaotic. The waiters resumed the service with caution. Some people started leaving, uncomfortable. Others stayed. Not because of morbidity, but because of closeness to my parents and to me.
My Aunt Veronica made a decision that I will never forget. He climbed up to the small stage where he was going to play the mariachi group at night and said:
