Diego went first. Then our tracker and Butch and I. Closed, as usual, Jock. Frankly, most of all I was afraid to be next to Vito.

In the morning I took all the laundry to the wash, twice went to the shower, rubbing myself with a washcloth to redness. She came out shining like a ripe tomato, but still there was no certainty that she had completely washed away the smell of Favorra. Personally, its aroma haunted me. You just think about something and op - you shudder, it seems that the tiger is nearby.

But Vito didn't respond. He was enveloped in a cocoon of melancholy and irritation, he...