Justice serve unto the world…
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Chapter X: About coffee and after dinner digestives
Antigua, Sacatepequez, Guatemala
While I was wondering if this sad world had anything else left for me, beyond feeling dejected and miserable, I heard my grandfather’s voice. It came from far away, for it sounded somewhere in the house. It approached and then drifted away. Still, he was definitely back. As far as I could tell, he had come back from his trip. Realizing that he was home, I promptly felt comforted.
Lying in bed, I followed his footsteps with a keen interest. He walked with an almost silent tread, as the faint steps sometimes faded in the distance. Listening carefully, I barely made out his rambling route through the house. As his footsteps became louder, I was finally convinced of his approach to my room. At that moment, I was feeling frail and utterly weak; nevertheless, I couldn’t resist the temptation to pretend I was asleep. Closing my eyes, I pretended to appear dead to the world. Maybe, I had run into a streak of luck. Perhaps, it would be my turn to scare Gramps, as he has done onto me, on many occasions before. Then at long last, it would be my turn to laugh and justice finally served!
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