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CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

CALL TO ARMS

Clara didn't even knock and went straight into Dália's house, where Lara was sitting in the living room crying. "What happened?" Clara asked, more to Dália than to the girl. Dália was wearing her fancy nightgown and Linda was sitting in front of Lara's couch, also wearing a nightgown, and they seemed to have been woken up.

"She drank a little too much and is upset," Dália explained. "But she's already feeling better, right, my dear?"

"No! I'm not feeling better, Dália. Who are you to tell me how to feel?" Clara put her hands on her hips and looked at the woman.

"Hey," Clara called out. "No aggression here because you're not at home or at any bar. Respect us or get out of here." Clara held the girl's gaze, spoke loudly and firmly with her.

Lara looked at her for long seconds and burst into convulsive tears.

"We don't feel sorry for you, Lara. You're being rude, causing a scene at my house and waking up your friends here. We love you, but we can't tolerate this. Come on, I'
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