The next day morning, when we were taking our coffee, Dad came in with an open letter in his hand.

-A stranger comes to shelter birds in our nest, he said, laughing .- Guess what his name!

And with that, Mary looked askance with a look somewhat comical. I thought she was placed more pale than usual and the cup in her hand trembled perceptibly.

– This bird has been ever since? He asked slowly and quietly, without looking up.

– Boy, has come! ‘Dad said while laughing.

‘So is … Robert Jonas said.

And he heaved a deep sigh as if he had a hard time saying that.

– A thousand thunders! Guess right, little girl, ’said Dad threatening finger.

She made no reply, and his step slow and tired went to the door all afternoon nobody saw her again.

For my part, the visit left me quite indifferent cousin. His image of the past, as it appeared to me confused, it was not enough to fill a romantic reveries burning head of fifteen.

But Mary’s attitude caught my attention.

The next day, very early, I heard footsteps come and go suddenly, in the upper floor of the guest rooms.

I picked her because I was curious to see what was occupied in these rooms usually closed.

Had opened all the windows, pulled the bedcovers and curtains, and flip flops, running in the middle of the disorder, from one room to another. He grabbed his face with both hands and laughed with a laugh one so strange that no one knew if he was crying.