“You won’t leave to go somewhere else without warning me will you?” she asked worriedly.
“No, I’m not going to Argentina, relax,” I answered right away.
“Good, it’s just that I can’t get that other time out of my head, when I don’t know, ‘Whatever it was got into you!’ as Dad put it, because you didn’t see the awful days you caused us when we didn’t know what had happened to you.” I noticed that while she was telling me this, she was trying to hide her sadness.
“Well, it was a stupid thing for me to do, I know that now and it will never happen again. Now you’ll have me here in Santiago de Compostela forever,” I answered smiling to calm her down.
“Well, you can go as far as La Coruña sometimes,” she said, “but let us know first.”
As I could plainly see, she’d not forgotten my little tr
