I wanted to say something, angry at my father, but Johanna raised her hand asking for silence and continued.
“It’s clear your father has dealt with many enemies throughout his life, because his voice sounds like that, as if he had years of practice. The curious thing is that he wasn’t treating me like an enemy because I didn’t feel like one, but I didn’t know how to feel either.
“He continued saying ‘my son has already been betrayed by someone like you. He has lost half of his soul.’ He approached me slowly, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me step back. I was nervous and didn’t know what to answer, I didn’t expect him to do something like that. And there I was, the little partridge in front of the hound, when your father leaned over me and suddenly started sniffing me…”
