Chapter 41

"Good morning, girl," squealed Picasso, when he saw me arriving in the yard. He wore a pair of jeans, and a white shirt, which gave even more prominence to his black and aggressive tattoos. The hair was slightly damp, and the perfume that was already so familiar, reached me when he got close enough to take my hand and greet in a very peculiar way. “Did you sleep well?

"Wonderfully well," I replied with a wide smile and a very soft voice. “What about you?

"After that ride, nothing would take away my peace," he said, subtly running his hand through his nose that I left bleeding after all. I giggled, and it wasn't totally for pretending. Still holding my hand, he turned to Mariana right behind me. "We are going for a very long walk today, since my mother doesn't need Juliana at the bar. I'm just letting you know in case you worry.

Mariana giggled nervously. She waited until her grandmother entered bent and slow through the back door, so she took a few more steps to us