CHAPTER 9

MAGGIE

            Cold sweat runs down my body, I toss and turn on bed and I don’t have the strength to get out of the nightmare. I can’t say if what’s going on is my mind fantasy or if I really lived all that, there an infinity of blanks in my mind to be filled, the image is always the same, my mother arguing with my father at the library, their are in a heated conversation and they can’t see me.

            Dad yells at mom, he has papers in his hands, insisting on her to sign them, but she resists saying:

            “You can’t fool me anymore, Geffrey, how could you be such a villain?”

            “Lucila! Let’s finish this ridiculous argument, I’m your husband, you are sick,