49 - Joana

Before I could answer, I noticed an unusual sound outside the room. It was a bang. But my shock went unnoticed, because neither Pablo nor the guards at the door made any gesture that something very serious was happening. Apparently, mysterious and loud sounds were common in prison.

"You must," I replied in a low tone, crossing my arms on the table. "I am one of the most responsible sisters among four others. I acquired a lot of qualification in the art of pulling other people's ears. And, considering the failure of the night before, you deserve to have your ear pulled.”

"So, you can start," he said, smiling arrogantly.

Despite the natural beauty and the muscles I knew existed in that big body, Pablo didn't fool me. He was broken. The night before, I had made that very clear. His own brother no longer recognized him; even though he said that Pablo was never an easy young man to deal with. However, he had been in prison with despicable men for two years. And he was innocent. I knew that