CHAPTER 94

CARL.

We went out several times, we went back to our games, and it seemed that we could not stop dreaming, living invented experiences, all based on those encounters, as if we were still strangers, just lovers, but strangely because in that way we got to know each other even more. Rather than boring us, the opposite happened.

From the twentieth dinner we shared with the Graterol family, we visited other places, we escaped here and there and without further ado, we stumbled into December, passing by the fairs of La Chinita, as they are usually called in Maracaibo City. Incredibly, we did not celebrate the patron saint festivities precisely on the day we were supposed to.

Nancy, incorporated in her role as administrator again, invited us to the anniversary of one of her restaurants, of course, the famous Napolitana (this time Olivia and I, in this month, would not make the mistake of not knowing what the heck was going on in that place, arriving without a reservation and not even with a