Pablo
It is Patricia in front of me. I just saw her a few hours ago, for a moment in an evening. And now I have her in front of me. She is more sublime than the word itself. A small drawback, she seems not to see me.
Patricia : ok !
She turns to Yolanda and starts talking to her as if I was never there.
Patricia: Okay, Yolanda! It's three in the morning. We're going home.
Yolanda: But I ...
Patricia: No buts about it... I have refused you many times to cling to strangers like this, to people you don't know from Adam and Eve.
Yolanda continued to speak but she wasn't even listening.
It was as if she was scolding her five-year-old.
She left us there and walked away. I was shocked to see that her demeanor was so out of character for the pretty young girl she is.
Her look was haughty
