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The smell of gasoline was almost suffocating. Gasped anxious, trying to get some air and then became aware that I could not. He had a rag in his mouth, a cloth impregnated with a strong smell of paint. And he had a jaw, and face and entire body. And I was surrounded by darkness. A darkness that moved. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to understand and remember it was vivid and painful.

The gun pointed directly to theface. His eyes stopped looking at the black hole of the cannon to try to identify who was holding and all I could see was a look of hatred. Did not recognize his assailant, but his reflexes acted on their own. Within moments he found by calculating the time it would take to get the shot because he had enough to see those eyes to know they were going to shoot. He had come to kill you! His brain screamed Do something! And his muscles are fired. He threw the cloth, with which it was cleaned the coats of paint, to his assailant, hoping to distract him enough to pomp; iexcl; never learn! Claire never learn! He remembered crying for her father, the abuser and now cursed by his mother wept, the cursed accomplice of the perpetrator. So many tears for people who are not worth it. But I could not blame him because he too had cried, but his audience had been much smaller. Michael only knew that she had cried for his father. Only him.
He looked sitting there uncomfortable. Like everyone else. Everyone was uncomfortable. He felt his desire to leave. Rose securBrian ed without turning And that's what makes me fucking nervous!

"I guess you're right, Deb said, rising," this is a private matter, family. We are over here, waiting ... It's just ...

The door opened, giving way to the priest. The nurse immediately went out again almost immediately.

I do not think that will last much longer. If you want to say goodbye to her father's calling ... Tom.

- "Me?" The voice of the excursion sounded worse by surprise. Had remainedor apart and in silence all the time, consumed by remorse, unable to leave the area. Brian

gestured invitation to come and then glanced inquiringly at her sister, who stood up to follow Tom into the room. Finally took a deep breath before entering, and prepared himself through the door. The voice of his mother and left him pleading tone nailed to the entrance.

"Please ... Father Tom ... please .... excuse me ... I've raised a monster of depravity ... and he has ... dragged ... tosin. I should ... I should assume that you would ... would corrupt ... "Joan's eyes drift around the room to look at Brian who remained as screwed into the entrance and its presence seemed revive. He raised a trembling hand pointing to his son and met all its forces to threaten while trying to join.

- burn in hell, Brian! For what you have done will burn in hell!

Therefore anger was abandoned and sprawling on the bed, before the horrified eyes of Tom and Claire and look vac & iacute; to Brian who turned to knock on the door and walked through the waiting room with great strides, followed by the strange eyes of those present, as no one had heard what happened in room n. No one except Cinthya that was the one closest to the door and had been completely frozen, unable to react.

The nurse came back into the room, checked the pulse and put blank face to say a brief "has died." Did not understand anything but I was accustomed to hearing very strange things, so I did not give much importance to a statement from Joan. Thethat if the surprise were the reactions of those present. The daughter had left to mourn and seemed dazed, as if he had received a head injury that had disabled. And the so-called "Father Tom" had such a face of astonishment that otherwise would have laughed.

Claire left the room half stunned and stared without seeing all these people, almost unknown to her, people who had come to support his brother. Looked around the aunt Esme, the one who knew and remembered that he had insisted that their children takehome to rest. At least they were spared the spectacle.

"Dead," he said, still unable to accept what had happened.

-sorry, Claire, Debbie stepped forward, ready as always to offer consolation to a mother's death is a terrible thing at any age ...

"But I think it has done very well dying - Cinthya loose with a murderous expression on his face, while dirigíaa collect their things and Brian, abandoned on a chair "Actually, only I had done a little earlier, had been perfect-added out of the room, ifamp; hellip;

paused to realize that Powell was not alone. Two women with him, but had fallen a little behind.

-Son Geli and May-the fast-Powell introduced the detectives hired by Brian. Got the keys?

"Yes, here are ... ... Hello I am Dafne

keychain shot from his nervous hands and Powell took to flight. Calmly smiled at Daphne and opened the door.

"I've been calling and calling, but does not answer the m & oacutee; vile ... Something had to happen! I know! I can feel it! Came to get some clothes and some CDs to get something to work and ... "Daphne was run over with explanations as they climbed into the elevator rattling.

-Desmond, please, "called Geli reaching out to the apartment keys, only the elevator stopped, and handed them while Powell prevented Dafne was the first to approach the door.

- What ...? "Daphne was surprised to feel secure. And he was speechless when he saw the two women broke his pipool of blood in the middle of the study.

- Oh no! Oh no! What ... what ...? "Daphne stammered unable to look away.

- Dafne! Dafne! React! -Powell jerked We do not know what happened, even if the blood is yours. Moreover, although it was very little right? Hopefully asked the two women who were running out to register the small apartment.

"Yes, very little," said May, not knowing that bloodshed was necessary to killsomeone, but aware that it was time to speak.

"I know it is small, Desmond, Daphne finally reacted, controlling" I studied medicine, remember?

"Okay, 'said Powell dropping it to see that he was calmer. May

was kneeling next to a backpack abandoned beside the door and was open to snoop inside.

- What do you think? Powell asked.

-Something or someone off when he was out. Here are a couple of sets and some CDs. What hasBia came for.

"It's pretty sloppy right? "Suggested Geli.

"Well, not the king's order, but also ... why do you say? Asked Daphne.

-dirty brushes, paint cans uncovered, open the bottle of solvent has evaporated almost .... ...

- Justin never neglect his work material! Other things can, but never. Also took a long time without paint, could not ... "Daphne is looking at the box fell open in astonishment, & iexcl, Oh God! He has done! I was finishing the table ...

The sound of a mobile silenced. Everything looked and started looking around the room, watch the bell. The second ring Dafne is released under the bed and saw him against one of the legs. He picked it up eagerly. Justin was the motive.

Brian stayed with the forearms resting on the railing of the roof of the hospital, smoking and watching the traffic circulation at that time. It was dark and the streetlights, theneon lights, the headlights, all contribuíaa to light the night. Since then, he thought, as Gus was born the night. The same lights. The same snuff. The same terrace of the same hospital ...

The feeling of having stepped back in time to hear intensified footsteps approaching. He turned convinced that Michael was going to see, good old Michael willing to fly with him to the country where Jamásoa never out.

But it was Claire. He turned back to watching the street, while his hand was placed.

-No sab & iacuyou, of what was said, Brian, "murmured his sister.

"I knew very well, Claire. It takes years to repeat, the disputed Brian.

Claire did not know that answer that.

"I've uploaded the shelter," he muttered trend is cold up here. Put it on, please. Your secretary will kill me if you get sick. I do not mean figuratively! I think I feel like it.

Brian looked at her, surprised.

- Cinthya?

"Yes, Cinthya. I had to begArle let me come talk to you. It is very protective of your secretary!

's not my secretary. It's my partner in Kinnetic.

- Ah! I did not know

It was an awkward silence while Brian continued smoking and watching the traffic.

"We were about to beat us you know? When he said ... I felt so angry that someone could say something like that ...

-Lately much you get furious. Trying to catch up? "Brian threw the butt-What Cinthya said to be angry? Cl

air shook his head and shrugging his shoulders shaking.

"Nothing that I did not think," he admitted quietly Maybe that's why I so enraged. These are things that one does not dare say or even think. And that makes it very difficult to hear someone else.

-Cinthya is a very focused. I know it can not be said but it is fortunate that you have not confronted her. I think practicing kick boxing or some sort of martial arts to keep fit.

- Ah! Claire

felt awkward. I did not know how to get the issue. How to tell your brother that she did notAccording to what he had said his mother without reminding him that he had been horrible? I was looking to head back to traffic, blankly, and he felt useless. Should allow outside Cinthya or Michael who get into the balcony to talk to Brian. They or any other friends who were there for him. But he felt the urge to do it and now ...

Brian started talking again.

"It can not be said to have been a pointless journey. After all I have time to hear the famous "last words" by Joan Damn! & IexDespite knowing that it was a rhetorical question. Brian stared at her for a moment. Then he shook his head to ward off thoughts that threatened to release their feelings largely contained.

"I guess I was expecting too much" he said finally back down Claire. Now under me.

watched as her sister left the roof and thought in his blond.

Justin

I left New York with a problem of three groups to come here to hear this. I'll fool! Will do well if I never look at me. He opened the

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eer and analyze what I read. And they are deployed and has nothing to do with me being so smart (ahem, ahem), or having good natural memory. It's just that I had no choice. If my family is autistic ever called me because they knew what the word meant, were content to say it was "Raritan", my mother, "rare balls", my father and a weirdo the rest. I liked to read, so I read everything, including labels of the cans of canned and shampoo (one day tell a story about that.) In front of my house was a junk shop where people were selling bottles empty champagne (then called it champagne), lead, iron, lumber, paper and paperboard, weight and OLD BOOKS AND COMICS. My father did not even think the imagination to give me an allowance for sweets ("what's going to want money? If you need something and we bought it." My father's response when a premium wondered how my mother gave me for my little things each week). So I got my mother bought me a few comics in the junk shop to cash them. Because then they changed. I accompanied my grandfather to change their Marcial Lafuente Estefanía novels (which also & amaz to remember if this happened before my mind that because of the infinite mind browsing in flies, ants, the operation of bicycles or anything that has nothing to do with what I'm doing physically. I let the autopilot and go shooting without my conscious knowing. And much later, sometimes years, Go! So that's why ...! Now I do less, but she practically lived in my alternative world. So it may seem strange to have so clear that my first book I bought eight years, or that my first novel by Agatha Christie read it before ten. Butof, I do not! Do you? Well, well. And in my case, after reading Corin Tellado, because ... well, normal is not it? "Not really. To me, the wedding, I just liked the dress. I stood in the windows looking at wedding dresses. My godmother was a dressmaker and hacíay I watched and looked dazed. Anything else related to a wedding, repanpinflaba me for ages. And then, on May 10, 1968, (I have the date etched) did communion, a wedding dress that I made my aunt, with white gloves, white shoes, white veil, a missal with plastic covers imitating nacre, a crown of white flowers & rodeaacute; ndome the mono-round a small pouch that I put a ribbon on the wrist, I asked what it was and they told me to get the gifts (for want of gifts go, if that ; not be nothing, was what I thought), but hey, better than nothing. And I got my first watch (I hate the clocks, but then did not know it, so I was happy) and my first gold ring, and a medal of gold. And then somebody, I forget who (because I was so surprised that I was white), I got a twenty hard on the purse to his wrist ... and I dio a shock, my father always told me not to accept money from anyone and my father was saying mass. And they were twenty dollars! Twenty! And my father said nothing, the sea was calm, and got another and do not know how I got in my grandmother's purse and begins to get running quickly and all we had to parade future communing across the street to get to church, and I, more p'allá p'acá calculating how many books that I can get to twenty dollars, I go out and bang! Noses in a puddle, the dress had a penalty and my father screaming (as usual) and my mother looking at me as a penalty (comor always) and everyone is saying how stupid the girl dammit! if you could not do something right! Has lasted too clean!

But I, for once I did not need to go to the world of yuppie to forget the joys of family life, because my mind for some time had passed elementary arithmetic and was going for high school math, calculating combinations and permutations and enlightenment arrived! Neither Santa Teresa had a similar revelation could buy a new book and be mine forever! Would not giveNalo "And my clock," I dropped I rolled up to show it, trying not to pass over me (which I had done but one is the last to know of these things.) "Take it, and me, plus a medal and a ring," said the other side of the bank (which the communicants were three for each bank in the front rows, boys on one side of hall and girls in another). "Me too" and taught. "Yes but I also ..." The priest stopped the Mass and saidhad gone there to receive the body of Christ to teach jewelry. So a bit of silence or would have to confess again (someday I have to explain my confession). I stopped and went to the wonderful world of mathematics, the new books but worth all the same old price varied depending on the age and degree of price conservacióny had written back , so I could get ... 1, 2, 3 ... but if I buy only one new and several old I can stay with the old ones that I like and change only those that ... - Strip palante weue I'm still fasting, I have not eaten since the night before (except the host course, but that feed the soul does not know, but the body, rather little). And I have hungry! The others did not, they had lunch. And take off the gloves, that bothered me I look in my purse and I remember the millions, that you could fit all the money they were going to give what had emptied, and in a display of optimism, I get the money and stick it in the pocket of the jacket of my mother, who was hanging on a chair. And start eating, and how, and give me more money, and how, and cut a three-storey pastel not test because I do not like the sweet and the only thing I wanted to eat, that isunion, to be starting to fill. And when the photos will reveal I have to stick to it. And I find myself sticking postalitas reminder that I have, and entering the guest list. And I'm pissed off, angry, angry ... and I remember I got money in the pocket of the jacket of my mother y. .. I became a miser. Never had money before and did not know where to store it so you do not find him and force me to put it in her bank, so I changed the site a bunch of times. Finally I pulled my leg and I kept Panchita doll inside. Panchita became ofthus complicit in hiding. But I was good at keeping secrets with my mother. I told her and she understood. I was not the only one my father controlled the money. You pilfered! He said It's my money! "I said and the discussion ended there. It took me months to decide what book I'd buy. I was planning to choose from among those who had already read, one that I liked particularly. My mother had aroused my interest in The Three Musketeers with their stories, but there was no way that the book appeared in the junk. Finally I decided quand would that. The Three Musketeers would be my new book. And I have never regretted my choice. My first real book. Still I keep it. The poor are very spoiled by so many hands and reread. Moreover, the role was not very good quality. But still I have it. And also those old books that I stayed. of all this has been the way I read it eagerly, as if they had to let go of a book to get another one, taking the ideas on the fly and memorizing what I've read to think about it later. Also the habit of never pull a book. And here I am, accumulating papel at home. Another thing I have left from that era is the memory of many books I did not understand at all until many years after reading them. And that memory remains fresh in my memory more than many of the things I read today. And all this has taken tambiéna my view movies or television. remember books that I liked and I did not like. Books seemed solemn nonsense and books recovered as I had the opportunity and money. And when my partner in the acquisition of "Twenty Years After" betrayed me, did the worst thing that could