“What the fuck is going on?” she shouted. “Nothing, we’re working it out,” said Luis in a calm voice. “Control that brat, you hear me?” Julieta slammed the door and Luis sighed deeply. “What?” said Gaspar. “You afraid to argue with her? You’re chickenshit. That’s why you ran away from this country, isn’t it?” Luis pushed Gaspar into a chair and then sat down facing him across the table. “You’re not going to piss me off, Gaspar. You’re not even going to get a rise out of me. You don’t know what I went through and what I didn’t, and your opinion about my decisions doesn’t matter to me. Not in
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