The Museo Romantico

Hilar lived on sweet things. She was a pretty girl with a pointed face and blue black hair. Her flat had two rooms, one of which was rented to a young couple. The other room she divided with a curtain. Behind the curtain was the bed she had brought as part of her dowry for the marriage with Carla as his step-brother. I would like to tell a story about Hilar, but nobody will believe it. It is how she thought, I pretended to think, that the Museo Romantico was her home. This was an extraordinary museum, a set of rooms furnished with all the trappings of the romantic period. If any did wander in,