Chapter twenty

I run to the shooting booth and stop in front seeing some people shooting at the targets to win the gifts, some children are around looking amazed at a game that practically only serves to get money, since many people have a bad shot. The toy is beautiful and bright, the counter is worn, but in compensation the targets are well maintained, they must be changed every month. The targets are colorful fish made with wood, they are so cute that it makes you want to take it home. I look at the corner of the tent and the gentleman behind the counter looks grumpy, since he does not open a smile.

Cassian stops by my side and crosses her arms looking at people playing. I fake a false cough to attract his attention and when I can I put my hands behind my back smiling. The time has come to twist the truth.

— Alison has great aim. Once we went to an amusement park and stayed for hours at target shooting, we left there with so many gifts that on the way we even gave some to the children, they were