When we ask for two, we’re happy to get any, but Melina is a lady not used to being short-changed, abril bello or no…

Goods and services that show up on our urban doorsteps are the ultimate in convenience. Latin Americans love el delivery as much as anyone, maybe even moreso.

Milagros is sidelined from the fútbol match and forced to peddle soda pop to pay for the team’s new shoes. Meanwhile, el patrón is getting the third degree from his mother, who lets on to us that he’s got a guacho child of his own on the loose—spawned with the butler’s sister?

It seems the brother-in-law is having an affair with the cook’s daughter, who is trying to get him to help her out of her maid’s uniform, and not only during the wee hours of the morning. But it doesn’t seem like el patrón is in the mood to be doing any favors for his wife’s brother, does it now?

It turns out that Tere wants to learn the piano, just like grandma. Or could it be she just wants an excuse to be with Juan? Mani stops by Amalia’s kiosk but forgets his Oreos on the way out.

Mauro’s not afraid to place a wager on his success with Violeta, though we wouldn’t bet on it ourselves. Franco drops into Dolores’ shop, just in time to realize that Sergio is the father of Brisa.

Totally ignorant of Jose’s longing for him, Mani (“el soñador”) is having his own private chat with Juan (who’s motto is: “quizás signifca sí”). It’s Clara, not Jose, who’s on Mani’s mind. Franco is thrilled with the job Violeta is doing, but tension is in the air when a cunning rubia enters the scene.

Sofi’s “ex” seems to be courting a restaining order, no pun intended. Meanwhile, Jose, still pining for Mani, has a heart to heart with her brother, Franco, over the breakfast table about unrequitted love.

Sometimes if you’re sitting at home, depressed, stewing in a pot of emotional turmoil and angst, really the best thing to do is just go out and shake it! (P.S. If your boss looks like she’s taken the bullet train to Splitsville, we strongly suggest you don’t mention it… especially if you are looking for her to sign off on your French classes!)

That mujeriego Mariano has really messed with poor Elena’s head. If we were her, we’d dump the scoundrel for Durand, the suave French lawyer, tout suite.