>>18221950Once the crook came back, the other good had lit up a cigarette, and the conversation resumed:
> You should not smoke, is bad for you.> Oh, don't worry, this won't kill me.> You have a death wish or something?> I entered this line of work, so I guess I do.> Well, if Jefa sees that you are not working. You'll be better off dead.> That way I will go to heaven as well.> You? Carnal, I've never seen you pray.> I don't need to pray. The Shaman told me.> Well, then for sure you are not going to heaven...and do you believe her?> Perhaps.> You shouldn't. She is just crazy.> Perhaps.> ....> Don't look at me like that. There are things beyond what we can understand. You remember the blonde gringo we unburied before.> Yes.> Well, I killed that one. The goon inhaled the whole cigarette in one go and after exhaling the smoke. He threw the stub away.
>You see, the fucking gringo haunted me. His ghost came just to fuck with my family. He broke some plates. And made my little girl cry.> A spirit! How did you get rid of it?> The Shaman sprayed my house with a remedy she learned from the Aztecs. Ancient wisdom.> And now your whole house is cursed.> Hah, perhaps, but my crockery is safe now.> So, it worked. She is not mad.> If you were to see ghosts and spirits. I think you would sound crazy as well.> I don't know, but we are talking too much and digging very little. Cmon, let's finish this.2/2
