“You’re gonna get it caked in dust!” Blas told me when he saw that I’d put it back on.
“It’s just that I’m cold, but I’ll be careful not to get it stained,” I replied.
“Cold? Are you for real? Take it off and you’ll see how much faster the work goes,” he said laughing. “Goodness, you get cold easily!” He got on with his work and we didn’t talk any further.
With that “Little package” already well hidden, I felt calmer, but I was wishing that the day would end so I could leave. I don’t ever remember that having happened to me, because I was usually the one who always finished last.
“Let’s keep going for a while longer, there’s still a lot of work to be done here,” I would tell the others in the evening when it was time to pack up and leave.
“Leave something for tomorrow! Don’t you see t
