He thrust the receiver back on the hook and walked back and forth with his hands against his temples until he put his forehead against the window.
It was not the first time he had called Beatriz like this. She told him about the nasty phone calls that undoubtedly came from Manuel. René had reacted with concern and sympathy.
The priest thought about his dead brother and how he had written letters to him for years without posting them. Did you make me like this, Gui? Or am I fooling myself? Is it nothing to do with you? All Beatriz wanted to give me was tender warmth and perhaps a little love. And what did I make of it?
Did you make me like this, Gui? Or am I fooling myself? Is it nothing to do with you? All Beatriz wanted to give me was tender warmth and perhaps a little love. And what d
