e you coming?" she asked, surprised. She was toasting bread and had put out the newspaper. "I couldn't sleep any more," I said. "Your father smells like a pub," she said. "I was just in the bedroom turning." "Yes." "Wow." She made a face. I got one of the breads she had toasted, she was reading the newspaper and didn't say much, she had put the other section over to me, but I didn't read, I looked at some pictures, I wondered if she was pretty or what. She was probably okay pretty for her age. As they say. I wondered if she was prettier than my father, if you could compare, she wasn't uglier anyway. "Good morning, sir," she said and looked up. My father was standing in the doorway. In a bathrobe. "Yeah," he said. "Was it fun yesterday?" He just snorted, we didn't look at each other. He poured himself coffee and sat down, he didn't take anything in it, he usually used milk. "Funny?" She snapped his nose, stood up and put more bread on top. "Sssshhhh," he said, pointing to the Ver más