"What's going on, Kafka? What's all that noise I heard?...Did that vile boy start a fight with you?"
Camila came out of her house in a hurry when she heard the sounds of gagging and dragging, like someone was vomitting and falling over her lawn like a drunk man. She also looked like she was ready to throw fists with the boy if it was really so, as impressive as Kafka was, she didn't believe he could beat up a grown man alone without needing some assistance, which she was glad to provide for her man.
But to her surprise, she only saw Kafka covering up two holes in her garden with soil that she hadn't seen before, and she didn't see the sight of that arrogant idiot who dared to insult the town of which she was proud of or the extravagant car he was driving just for the sake of showing off.
