Chapter 93

The next morning, as expected, Christina woke up at around 8:00 in the morning, and as much as she wanted to keep her eyes closed to rest in bed for a couple more minutes, she couldn't. Maybe it was because she was sleeping in a house that wasn't hers, maybe it was because she was still living at home with Michael and her daughter, she had never gotten used to sleeping after eight in the morning, it was as if her body began to feel that a herd of ants were crawling around her. Christina stood up from the bed, and left her room when she put her sandals on her feet, walked to the kitchen, and seeing that Marisol still hadn't woken up, she got to work to start first by organizing all the mess that both had left on the patio table. She took with her a trash can that Marisol had in the kitchen next to the fridge, it was a big can, and she didn't have to keep bending down and lifting to pick up the trash and throw it into the can. She threw all the garbage into the garbage can, and took