Chapter 6

"So we're going to share the room? "I asked, arching my eyebrows. I had not yet gotten used to the henna that makeup artists used to make them thicker and outlined, so I always felt a strange and sticky thing in the place where before there was only hair. The eyebrow gesture was funny for Mariana, and I attributed it to that abusive amount of makeup. I put one hand on my waist and stared at her. "I haven't been laughing while you introduced me to that precarious bathroom and the rest of the house with peeled walls and infiltration, Mariana. I will be, to say the least, respectful, if you answered me with some kind of seriousness for every question. This would prevent one of them from ending up with her head stuck in the toilet.

"Oh, don't believe it for a second that I'm afraid of you, Juju," said Mariana, forcing a baby voice and squeezing my chin. I walked away from her with an expression of disgust. "And stop making an ugly