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the other.
“What does that mean?”
Neither answers.
That is the second time tonight silence tells you more than speech.
Your father looks at you, and for the first time in your life, you see guilt in his eyes.
Not annoyance.
Not impatience.
Guilt.
“Sleep,” he says weakly. “At dawn, we will decide.”
Your mother laughs under her breath.
“No, Ignacio. At dawn, he continue reading …
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