
On the coffee table is automatic pistol Heckler & Koch imitation and a nearly empty bottle of tequila Jose Cuervo Reposado. There is also a pack of Camel cigarettes and an ashtray full of butts and skinny semiapagados . Next to the ashtray, a gas burner and several chocolates gnawed. Between the bottle and the gun, a twenty-dollar bill, three silver wrapping paper and a photo heading into pieces.
Sitting in front of the television, a man blaspheming Joe Montana, quarterback of 49 ers, just missing a touchdown . Two kids aged between eight and ten years, scurry around a man playing police and drug traffickers . One of them looks a recent breakthrough in the left cheekbone, stitched with a few stitches. The other is missing several teeth. On the roof, a wooden paddle fan removes air overloaded the room. On the ground, trampled chewing gum, pages torn from magazines, burns in the carpet and broken handcuffs gray chrome.
At this very moment, right now, when the runningback of Denver Broncos began the counterattack, a woman enters the room. Is a young woman, younger than it appears. Misled forties, brown hair pulled back in a topknot behind the neck in a careless manner. Body hides a splendid past after pajamas and a robe worn floral print. Sign in living steadily. It goes to the table. Man watching television does not notice it, the kids either. The woman takes the gun and fired a shot into the air. The man scares the kids too. They look at women and look at the gun. They look stunned. The woman says the man with the automatic, is aimed at children and again pointing to the man. He kicked the table turns dry. On the carpet burns full of fall: a nearly empty bottle of Jose Cuervo Reposado tequila, a pack of Camel cigarettes , an ashtray, cigarette butts, straws semiapagados , a gas burner, several nibbled chocolates , A twenty-dollar bill, three silver wrapping paper and a picture heading into pieces.
Nobody says anything, only a television commentator dares to break the silence to report that the coach of 49 ers calls "Time Out ." The woman grabs the remote and throw it against the screen. He approaches the man. It is about breathing like a buffalo, Enraging . Effortlessly shoves the barrel of the gun in his mouth and not leave a murmur, he says this to the tits to be his servant. With five minutes to collect the living room and bed with the kids. This time it is serious, and if she can not ignore, if for a moment you pass through the head to speak out or put a hand on him two shots busting their fucking brains. The man obeys. For the poor, obey. Previously, one of the children hiding under the table, scared. The other, the scar on his cheekbone, broken to mourn.