Early this morning, as Mario walked up the lane which led to his farmhouse from the main road, the young man was filled with conflicting emotions. His love for his wife Carla, had never really died during his weeks he had been in hiding after a bitter, jealous quarrel with her, and now as he returned penitent and ashamed, it was stronger than ever. But Mario was fearful too, as he wasn't sure if he should tell Carla that he had sought solace in the arms of another woman during his time away...