Chapter 159

• After saying those words, Esteban opens his eyes in surprise, but waiting for his rejection, the opposite happens; He leans in next to me and lies down. We are facing each other, without stopping to see each other. I start to think that I should have plucked my whiskers and... I didn't. I look at myself sadly, through his eyes.
• Fortunately I shaved. Esteban doesn't stop looking at me, and I don't quite understand why. It must be the mustaches... yes it must be that.
• —Esteban... I'm sorry I couldn't have time to shave; not my face... but I do shave other parts —I confess.