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The music in the background: Sali de casa una noche aventurera...
Me, translating aloud: I got out of the house one evening looking for adventure...
And still me, adding the unmentionable, unheard in that salsa: My husband...
Chris: Pardon?
Me, amused: I was translating those Cuban lyrics for you... my husband.
Chris: I didn't hear the last words.
Me: My husband.
Chris: Sorry, I still didn't hear that.
Me, louder: My husband! How convenient not to hear it.
Chris: I honestly didn't.
Me: No worries, I honestly don't hear the word wife, either.