Five
“Nothing. Don’t worry. The moon doesn’t affect the damn wolf. It just makes you feel different, my father said.”
“Different how?”
“I don’t know that part.”
Suddenly, the door opens. Sam glares at Mark, then at me for sharing the seat with him.
“Hello, guys! How are you?” Mónica greets cheerfully, standing at the door.
“Settle in, Mónica… that way,” Sam orders without looking at her, pointing to the room.
Mónica rolls her eyes at the scene, says goodbye, and obeys.
“Mark, why are you here without telling me?”