It was after midnight and, sitting in the back garden of the house, John began to feel a cold air that ran through his body, but he did not pay much attention. When suddenly, he saw a person sit in front of him. They started talking as if they were known a long time ago. There was complicity between them.
-How are you? The person asked.
-All right. He answered, He.
-I'm glad!
So, they spent a couple of hours, words came and went, simple questions, clear answers.
After a while, Jhon got up for a glass of water and sat down in the same comfortable chair to continue talking. This time the questions became more personal. They started playing songs that only he and his brother knew. Nobody else.
-Remember when you made Juan fight with his cousin? He asked his interlocutor.
-What did I do what? He answered, with a mixture of amazement and fear. He tried to deflect the question, because he did know what he had done.
-Yes, when they fought over that marble that you grabbed. The person with whom he had been talking for a while affirmed.
Jhon trying to be calm, he thought that only Carlos knew. His brother whom he had not seen in two years). Suddenly, as an avalanche began to decipher what was happening and in the midst of the , he only managed to say:
- Wait a minute, Carlos could not finish the sentence, because it evaporated without further ado.
Suddenly, the phone rings