"That's when I put my hands in my apron pocket and felt something hairy, warm and biting." And the story is unleashed. Having a throbbing, biting monster lodged in a place as intimate as a pocket may scare some. But not Inés. Inés welcomes him. Because Inés, so skinny and silent, so hesitant, so small, has a very great desire – a desire so great that it barely fits in her body – for wonderful, terrible and extraordinary things to happen to her.
A personal, secret, private monster is just what I was needing. However, living with a monster is never easy... And Inés's seems determined not to abandon her.