It happened a few days after Jaime started to get better. Guillermo was still feeling disoriented by the events of the past couple of weeks. He kept forgetting that his sisters were dead. Just that morning he had made twice as much breakfast as he needed. But Jaime had eaten nearly all of it. It seemed he was making up for all the meals he had missed while he was ill.
I must go to the land today, Guillermo thought. I have not even looked at it for a fortnight. God knows what state it is in. We shall have nothing to eat.
There was a slight noise and Guillermo looked up to see the civil guard, Jeromo, standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the door-frame, a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth, a wry smile on his lips, regarding Guillermo through half-lidded eyes.
"How is it going, Guillermo?" he said. "I was sorry to hear about your other sister. But this one is OK, yeah?" He waved towards Jaime, who was scraping his bowl.