Part 2: “From today on, he’ll be living here with you. Feed him, dress him, maybe even marry him if you want.”
His wife went pale.
“What are you doing? What is this?”
“I’m done with you,” he said, waving her off. “I’m leaving for someone younger and prettier. I only needed a son from this marriage, and now he’s grown. My life is still ahead of me. Goodbye, dear.”
The day before, he had rushed to a notary he knew and signed away his half of the apartment to Victor, a homeless man he had found near a supermarket and bribed with a bottle and a little cash
