Chapter 7

Mariana's grandmother should be alive by a miracle. The woman was very old. Enough to be already bent by time, to have that characteristic smell of mothballs, and no longer have a single tooth in the mouth. She should eat special meals, it was the only thing that would explain her plump and well-fed form.

The back of the house gave to a wall also full of holes, through these holes, I noticed that some children were playing in the neighboring house. The noise they made was irritating a dog somewhere else.

And, there in the back, the uproar was so much that I thanked God for the room I would share with Mariana to be one of the first rooms in the house. Unlike us, the elderly woman had her bedroom window well directed to the back.

"She never leaves the chickens without a vigil," whispered Mariana, making me well aware that despite not speaking, the elderly woman's hearing should be very good. "There was a time when a boy was jumping walls to catch chickens. Grandma ha