Forty-nine

And as soon as she did, Guero and Rode bursted into another fit of blank laughter, so then Rode handed over the rose romantically, to the blushing Guero. “This is for you, my lady.” she said, while Guero took the flower, with the giddiness of a child who just acquired a new toy.

Soon enough they heading to their hideout, rather unnoticed, before Rode discovered some posters pasted on the walls and fences, at first Rode was puzzled by the flier poster’s insistence, because it was almost everywhere she looked at, also there was some familiarity with the sketches she saw too, so she stopped abruptly to the surprise of Guero, who trotted along with her head in the sky as usual, to check the posters out.