- How come I’ve never known you were sick?-Ended by saying.

I do not know she replied with a sweetness that was discovered a little bitterness.

– You could not escribírmelo?

-But do we write?

Mark angrily pushed the foot of the table.

‘But when one is not good … then … then …

He could not say more.

I clenched my fists, he would have known so well conclude his sentence for him!

-You know, ’said Martha, the patient is always the last to know it’s wrong.

-I thought he should know better than anyone.

– What if one judges that it is not worth to pay attention?

This time Mary spoke without bitterness, in the calm and moderate tone was habitual, and yet, every word pierced my heart.

– Oh, Martha, ‘cried a voice within me .- Why have you rejected me?

In it she gave a short laugh and asked Robert how they were at home, and what did my uncle and aunt.

-But first, I wonder what they do my uncle and aunt said, looking around him even in the corners.

I was so happy to see fade that oppressed pregnancy, which saw them looking around the room so comically, burst into uproarious laughter.

They both turned to me, surprised, as if only then noticed my presence.