Spiderweb -Part 3.
It happened just as he had suspected.
"A hideous creature!" exclaimed Aurora as she laid eyes on the repulsive spider inside the lunchbox. Sitting in the armchair, arms crossed, with a wrinkled face and pursed lips, she didn't seem to have any sympathy for her husband's new pet. Hugo didn't feel anger toward his wife; he loved her, or at least, he was accustomed to her, in the same way one becomes accustomed to joint pain as they age. He knew his wife had a difficult childhood. Her mother died when she was young, and she had to set aside the joys of childhood to take on household chores, the same chores she continued after getting married. Frustrated with life, in recent years, she had dedicated herself to two things: sitting and watching television while gaining weight, and saying no; an expert in the subject. It was as if with each refusal, she tried to make up for everything she had done reluctantly in the past. For that reason, at that moment, Hugo missed his own mother; who had passed away from rapid-onset cancer five years ago. She had been a saint, a person with a big heart who was entirely devoted to her son; young Hugo, who had no friends and therefore spent all his time with animals, even insects. And she allowed her son to keep any creature he wanted inside a jar. Hugo had quite a collection.
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