"If this is how you behave in your ghetto, then I am sorry to say that you are no less than a rogue." After she was done shouting, Mylar spoke softly.
"If doing this important thing in my life makes me a rogue, then I am much obliged to accept that title. I came here to tell Camilo something important and I won't leave until I do so."
"Then I will call the police." Miss Emelda threatened her hoping her threats will chase her away.
"You can go ahead and call the police but I am not leaving until I tell Camilo that important thing," Mylar said to her without any fear.
Vida watched from where she stood how these two were exchanging words, she has never seen Mylar this confident and determined before. She knew Mylar to be a gentle, sweet girl who could only say a few words and only when necessary.
"And what important thing is that? Tell me, then maybe I can help you out." Miss Emelda said to Mylar.
