Great White Shark Vs Hippo

would have cried if I had not done so gracefully.

M came home and got the car with every intention of not taking the pile of luggage bags he was carrying in the trunk. I wondered how he had been much talk at the airport, and when he was passing the doorway, my dad was ugly and made me call him, at least to take one of the bags.
"Hey, M! We are not your servants! "I said, almost screaming, and turned, looking at me as if I did not know who talked to him. "For at least take one of your bags! "He
face that she had completely forgotten that he was carrying suitcases and I'm sure that if he had completely forgotten," but it was for them anyway . With little effort, we get four Louis Vuitton luggage inside the house while he was fanning himself with the boarding pass.
"Damn fucking hot! Why so hot? "
" And that's not even twenty minutes duraste Tijuana ... It Aguantate man ... "

I introduced him to my mother, my brother and my sister, who had a my nephew Julian in his arms, little Julian was probably the only member of the family who atrevíaa M not disturb, perhaps because it bothered him when he cried or because they simply never Julian did nothing ... My mom was the kindest thing he could, and later M told me that he felt "a very normal boy" ... I wonder if later he would realize the multiple cuts on her arms, and the scar on his forearm over.
Mom did stay
in the room that was my brother, and was now "studying" the room where I sew, three sewing machines were put in the closet along with all my work, and the mattress extra was put on the floor, Mom figured that M did not stay long, we never knew what time it extended the period in which he could stay home. I showed him the habitacióny seemed satisfied with it, helped by my brother and I went up their bags and sat on the mattress, looking the window, half covered by the cabinet of the computer.
"There will be opportunity to go somewhere?" He asked, again mixing with British English irlandésy French accent, as if he would be interested.
"I think not ... The nightlife around here is poor ... "
" They have beer here? "
" Nope, no beer here ... "
" Shit ... "He made a face of indignation ; ny see the window again. "What I thought C in charge here? "
" In you did not drink, not smoke, do not do drugs and did not have sex in three months? "
" Three months? DO I HAVE TO STAY HERE THREE MONTHS?! "
" Yes, unless you want to stay longer ... "
" I want to go now! "
" You have no ticket return, check your ticket, simply release date, not back ... "
" Fuck me ... "
" Do not fuck, reviews, C said he wanted to eliminate any possibility that come back soon. "

M ran to see the ticket, in fact, one was dated yesterday, pressed it between his hands and muttered something about giving a warning to C in return, but I knew that after the matter be forgotten, just as he forgot about other things too often. Mom called to say that the food was ready, and M did not wish to eat because I had eaten at the avióny with it was enough, but if I did not mind, take an ice bath to remove some heat, I agreed and went downstairs to eat while M took out things from one of the suitcases to bathe.

The hysterical shouting was heard from the bathroom woke up my nephew and my mother makes almost choke on his food ... I ran to the bathroom to find M in pure pants in the bath, stirring, for something of a frenzy, I leaned on the doorframe and waited.
"What are you looking so eagerly?" I said, and looked at me as having two heads.
"No knives in this house!" I said, almost shouting, I raised an eyebrow.
"Of course there are no knives ... We've hidden from you ... "

M looked at me as if to tear the skin into strips, but then softened his gestures a little.
"Okay ... I guess I can live with that ... "
" I think it's perfect. "I left the bathroom, convinced that looking would find the way down at some time for those long three months.
Finally
bathed in a few minutes, agreed to eat a grape jelly and said he would rest. He left London for the evening and arrived here in thirteen hours in the morning, had not slept much and wanted to rest. After an hour of sitting at the table, resting what he had eaten, I went upstairs and slept instead of finding it was sitting on the mattress, with wet hair, looking a magazine in English, from the pages of a disinterested and only stopping to see a picture of something he liked, I went to my room, I took a brush and went back to the studio, I sat quietly on the mattress, and taking one of his long black locks, I began to brush carefully. He made no move to get away and did not say he liked, was just sitting there, looking at the pictures of the magazine, letting him calmly brushed her hair.

I think it was the most unusual approach that we had that day. He sat on the mattress, looking at photographs of Vogue Mexico and I sat behind him, brushing his black hair, not speaking.

After a while of being jet-black long hair brushing, I passed the towel dry the hair was still wet, while M checked the phone ... I had no signal.
"No kidding ... Payment for this crap to have no signal ... "
" You're in the middle of nowhere, M, get over it. "
" It's supposed to signal everywhere ... "
" You fool. "I removed the towel hair and ran my fingers through your hair and dry. "Now you can go to sleep." I gave a gentle tap on the back and left him alone.

The first day was not so bad.