Malu and I always got along well, since Maru and I became couple, in spite of how well we got along we were not more affectionate than an affectionate greeting, but I noticed a change in her attitude in those days, when she greeted me she almost jumped on me and told me my favorite brother-in-law, -of course as if there was another one- I told her, the kisses on her cheeks were more frequent and were louder than usual, at all times and in front of everybody, even there was an extra intensity in them. That Friday, that first week of vacation Carola arrived from Caracas, her room is on the opposite side of the bathroom, so I had to be much more careful now, since I didn’t get along with her, although we didn’t get along badly either. Still with our hearts racing, we began to calm down when we saw what we had been saved from if we had gone in the other direction. We besides watching movies talked about her things and my things, we talked very little about sex, or rather not at all. A noise in the distance of slippers coming down the stairs in the living room made us jump and we looked at each other guiltily, she trying to contain the impertinent cough still
