The Electric Oven

"What kind of oven does your mother use? Gas or electric?" "Electric", I answered with a smile, without hesitating, thinking back to the bread, the pizza, the tarts and the cakes she had made for me since I was a child. As soon as I was about to finish one, she was ready with another. Getting up a couple of hours earlier in the morning, if necessary, just so I would never go without. Linda raised her eyebrows: "I knew it. Women who work outside the home don't have time to look after the house. They have to find quick solutions. I only use a gas oven. Of course, it takes effort and attention, but things have to be done properly. But of course, if you have to go to work, you don't think about these things and you neglect the house." Puzzled, I smiled. One morning, Linda's husband felt unwell. He was at work, as always, and he was very stressed. He had a sharp pain in one leg and was taken straight to the hospital. He wasn't young anymore, and that kind of pain could mean many things:…