“What the f**k do you expect me to answer?” I said to the masked woman when the anger in me broke out of the lid I had managed to keep on it. “I don’t even know you! You will do this gathering a whole lot of good by keeping that f*****g question to yourself!”
My glance went all through the faces of the men. I did this for them to say something in my defense. But again, none spoke a word to my further surprise.
“Some people must be sick in here,” I muttered. The masked woman asked me her question again. I felt insulted.
“Mr. Raul,” I said. “Please tell this masked thing that I’m not here to take silly questions.”
Mr. Raul said nothing. The masked woman continued with her question. I further voiced my displeasure, my voice now gone up.
“Mr. Reyes, can’t you hear her? Please tell her to
