Mexico, Yucatán State, Capital Mérida.
The air here is quite humid.
Underwear hung out to dry is always damp.
Inside a house near the beach.
There's no light on, very gloomy!
"Eat! Eat! Dammit, will you eat or not!" Carlos, the last surviving younger brother of the four Bertrand Leiva siblings, had a fierce look on his face, holding a bowl of corn paste, forcefully stuffing it into the mouth of Guzman lying on the bed!
Very rough.
He just directly forced it.
Guzman, with his mouth twisted, lying on the bed, his left hand shaped like a one, and his right hand making a six, obviously had seen too much of the 6+1.
He was awake, but as the doctor had said, he was paralyzed!
He looked at Carlos with his eyes, shook his head forcefully, knocking the bowl of corn paste over, scattering it all over the bed and on Carlos.
