"Hi everyone!"
We all turned to hear the owner's voice. I saw an old man. I think he is about the same age as Manuel Aguirre, maybe sixty years old. The contours of his face are strict and his body is still muscular even in old age.
He happily walks to the dining room.
But his happy smile changed when he turned to my place. I felt nervous because of the way he was looking at me. Terrible.
"Whose is that girl?" He asked suddenly. There was something different about his tone. I didn't like that.
"Esmael!" scolded Mrs aguirre. She must also have felt the timbre in the newcomer's tone.
The appearance of the one she called Esmael darkened. It was dangerous.
"I don't know that you just let in someone you don't know well? It's a dangerous time now, Amelia."
"Esmael! Don't be rude to gue
