CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

IMPASSE

" But it only took one glass or one cup for him to turn into a demon. It was a quick and volatile thing. Samara, my oldest great-granddaughter, was seven years old when he beat her," Linda continued. "Priscila was at a friend's house and asked him, her husband who was on vacation, to pick up their daughter from school that day. When she arrived home two hours after he had picked up their daughter from school, she heard his drunken screams from the street and was already scared. She knew him well and knew what state he was in. On vacation, he should have decided to drink a little, right? Priscila found her daughter unconscious on the sofa and assumed she was sleeping. It was only when she saw the cut on the girl's forehead that she knew he had beaten her."

"Oh my God!" Clara cried, unlike Linda.

"He wouldn't let her call an ambulance," Linda continued. "He said the child was throwing a tantrum and being rebellious, that the mother didn't discipline her, things that drunks say.