Chapter 173 The Man In A Dog's Skin

• “I’ll see you at four o'clock, Mamita!” I bellowed at my grandmother who was clemently watering her garden.
• Opening the small wicker basket where I carried my supplies, I double-checked the small first-aid kit: the towel, the white linen, the antiseptic, the needle, and a few apples which are all hidden under a neat white cloth.
• “Where have you been going for the past few days?” My grandma asked in a calming voice, but I can sense that suspicion lingered in her tone.