When we were returning home, commenting on the incidents that had happened to us, we said:
“We spent so much time there and we never did find out what was wrong with him, why was he always covered?”
“I know why,” said Santi.
“Tell us, tell us!” we all asked him, eager to know.
“Well, he was a blacksmith, and one day he had an accident. Some chunks of iron fell on him because the wooden shelf they were sitting on collapsed. He was so unlucky that they injured both his arms. He took little notice, but it seems that the iron was rusty. The wounds it caused developed gangrene, so his arms had to be cut off.”
“Oh, is that why he was always covered up to his neck?” asked Jorge. “It did seem odd to me.”
“Come on you i***t! Didn’t you notice that the bedding was flat where his arms should ha
