The following Sunday Lencho came a bit earlier than usual to ask if there was a letter for him. It was the postman himself who handed the letter to him. Lencho showed not the slightest surprise on seeing the money; such was his confidence — but he became angry when he counted the money.
God could not have made a mistake, nor could he have denied me what I had requested.
Immediately, Lencho went up to the window to ask for paper and ink. On the public writing-table, he started to write. When he finished, he went to the window to buy a stamp which he licked and then affixed to the envelope.
The moment the letter fell into the mailbox the postmaster went to open it. It said: “God: Of the money that I asked for, only seventy pesos reached me. Send me the rest, since I need it very much. But don’t send it to me through the mail because the post office employees are a bunch of crooks. Lencho.”