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The wonderful woman who cleans my house was very upset as I arrived home today. She told me that the sliding glass door to the terrace was broken. Each of us got up on the stepladder and tried to fix it, but it was off the track and wouldn’t budge. She doesn’t know much English and I don’t know much Spanish, but we usually manage to communicate. Today, she kept repeating: Hombre, hombre, you need an hombre.
Illustration by Franco Matticchio [1]