"I'm a fool," Erika's voice was low. She tried to get up from the bed, walking to the open window. It was large, and the strong winds were playing with the light blue curtains. She backed her quiffs. The view down there was mysterious, as if she were in one of the great palaces of the old centuries.
"How do you feel?" Rafael said. She turned to face him, and that terrifying look never left her eyes. She kept her words to herself.
"We're going to have a wedding party next week; it's my father's wish; I'm just wondering, what did he ask you?" Rafael said he approached her with every slow step he took to be closer to her.
She was gazing at the wall behind him. "You have to answer me, whenever I talk to you," Rafael pulled the words to bury his head on her neck, smelling the blessing recently bestowed on her.
