Hugo — my husband, Hugo Barranco, who I have been married to for eleven years and who is the most patient man alive — said, on the second night: “Alma.

You have to tell them.”

And I said, “I know.”

And he said, “When?”

And I said, “I don’t know.”

Here is what I was actually doing in those three days, and I did not understand it at the time.

I was trying to find a version of that sentence that was innocent.

And there is one, incidentally.