A secret voice told her that her new love was a little abstract, metaphysical thing, but change, when the boy was there, would be another thing. “Something contributed, thought Bonis, lack of human affection her baby from her womb, that now resented, not knowing what to call. Isaac! No, it would be Isaac. Also, Isaac was not only son of his father. Although it may seem irreverent, in fact … in fact …, corresponding to the creature was called Manolin … or Jesus. Not that he was compared to God the Father, even with San Jose !…».

San Jose’s idea made him sit up in bed, where he had already laid, without undressing. As Bonis was not a believer in the strict sense of the word, and doubts had often led to exegetical issues, as he could understand, thought of the possibility that San Jose would have made the story a disservice, with the best intentions, but very skinny. He felt a great pity for San Jose. “Suppose, they said, that he and he alone, was the putative father of her child, who was the father … without prejudice to all relationships mysterious, sublime, extranatural, but not miraculous, could have between the Divine and the Son of man …, suppose that for a moment. What a horror! San Jose snatching the glory … the love … your child! … Everything for the mother! And the father? And the father? ‘. Thinking this nonsense, eyes welled with tears. If I would be mad indeed? Well not think of when I should be so happy, lie to mourn, full of infinite pity of the patriarch St. Joseph! But really, the story!, Ever! The story did not know what was becoming a father.

“Me neither. When you have the boy next to me in a crib, I am not thinking in San Jose or in all these theologies …».

At that moment it occurred to him: “The child should be called Peter, as my father.”