Bab 41: TRÚVIO

It's been a week since I've been given a job. Reinaldo's case, as I already suspected, came to nothing. Or worse than that. It was the other way. But either way, I was tired of all this imbroglio involving this boy. After what Lorena said, well, I was always a distracted child. I consumed the horror stories, the so-called pulps, which were resurrected in the 1970s. Not that they weren't always around, but they came with more force. When you are a child you always look for answers and the escape to the world of fantasy seems to be that answer. Only at this point in life it didn't make any sense. I like to have my feet firmly on the ground, what's the problem?