Griselda cleans homes as a means of paving her way thru the world. She has been married to Reynaldo for short of 30 years. During this time she has put on an inordinate amount of weight. She is the oldest of three sisters. She sighs with complacency and frustrations in her life. Feels stuck and alone, her dream of bearing children forgone. Early in the marriage, she learned of her husbands inability to father children and elected to stay in the marriage independent of her yearning. She bottled, swallowed and ate her feelings, silencing her desperation. Reynaldo has never been progressive or a forward thinker, more whimsical than anything else. As Griselda drowned her sorrow it always resurfaced in density.
Lucinda, Griselda’s much younger sister, flirtatious, easy on the eye, blurred lines. Some how never quite manifesting a relationship all her own, given the opportunity pounced on Reynaldo. Reynaldo allowing himself to be swayed any which way the wind blows reciprocated the advances. The affair went on for months on end. Lucinda and Reynaldo had an arrangement sex in exchange for money. Lucinda was a waitress at a Dominican spot called El Jobito where the prerequisite for employment was looking brand new. Brand new tities, Brand new ass, snatched. Although Lucinda had men lusting on her, not one was vying to make her a wife whereas Griselda had a husband whose loyalty was questionable.
Once Griselda learned of the affair she packed her things and went to stay with Minerva her supportive sister. Vowing to never return to Reynaldo until he threatened to take his life. Tethered, disenchanted, acrimoniously she stood by his side.