Then she put the program to break the nuts he had saved. Jenny wanted Nate knew that, starting with The Break walnuts, that day was the most wonderful of her life, the day that they said they loved it. Finally she cut a fuse of thick hair, tied with a red ribbon and placed inside the box. Seemed a little strange with all the other things, as a memento of a dead or something, but she wanted Nate felt that she was well next to it and this seemed the best way. With the increase of the fuse of hair, a box of memories seemed complete. Then she closed the box and held the lid with adhesive tape. After the embrulhou with pages of magazines for teenagers who were spread throughout the room, careful not to include any page with ads for absorbent constraining intimate, contraceptive pills or drugs for mycoses. Finally she pasted a Post-it yellow and carefully wrote the address of Nate in Maine, which she had placed on the agenda with the addresses of all other houses of his family in Montauk, Nice, Barbados and St. Anton, just to ensure. After pasting the box twenty stamps which had surrupiado the desk of her father, Jenny took the package to the kitchen and opened the back door to leave it to the postman. It was great live in a building as the old her. There was no mailbox on the ground floor, so the postman used the service elevator and the mail delivered directly to the back door. She placed the box on the floor, beneath the small shelf where the postman raised the match, and made a frown at her, asking whether it should perhaps open it again and include the thong so that the box was a little more sexy. Thinking better, it seemed half of piranha. Furthermore, Nate had given him the thong of Christmas. If sent back, Nate could not believe that she had liked. Dan appeared in the kitchen and saw Jenny standing in the back door. - What are you doing? - He asked, suspicious. His father had asked to Dan to keep an eye on Jenny and he was taking the task seriously. Jenny closed the door. - Just seeing if you have mail. - She turned and looked at Dan semicerrados eyes. The hair of him was blurry and he wore the same white shirt stained coffee two days ago. - You're horrible. Dan put instant coffee in the cup and opened the tap of hot water until it is hot enough to dissolve the crystals. He filled the cup and drank a sip. - I am working on a poem - he said, as if that explained everything. Jenny opened the refrigerator, would get a can of yogurt DANNON of coffee, and then withdrew his hand and closed the door of the refrigerator with a thud. The last thing I wanted was to see Nate before fat again. Dan blew the cup, watching it. - You know that Vanessa was right? - Said he impassive. - Who filmed both in the park? Jenny turned, pulling down the bra where he had risen between the breasts. She never came back to the site since Dan saw on the computer, and never went through her head trying to deduce who had done that. Vanessa The idea of putting the film on the site seemed absolutely ridiculous. - How do you know? - Jenny asked. Dan has to shoulder. - See the movie. It has to be the Vanessa. Jenny crossed his arms. - I'd rather not see. In any event, so it was she? - Jenny worked with Vanessa in rancor, the journal of the arts students of Constance Billard, and they have always been good. If Vanessa had shot Nate and Jenny in the park, probably had a perfectly good explanation for the cause of this and have done a perfectly good explanation for how the movie ended up on Web - Just thought you wanted to know, just that. - Said Dan and returned to his room. I store and rearrange the list of words he had written to the Office for blocking writer, and now trying to mount them in some order to the poem "Putas". Piranha, slave, scraped, black, income, ice, cold, rain, crying, handkerchief, sleep, coffee, stain, guilt ... It would be very mad poem, of course, but was not about being angry. It was about discovering that the person you love is not who you thought they were. Jenny was not the sweet and innocent sister that he thought, and Vanessa was a voyeur who wore panties of a bitch and take advantage of the moments of intimacy of people to draw attention. He began to use words from the list, adding the occasional verb or adjective to embellish the text. Clean the sleep from my eyes with a handkerchief and serve another cup. I see that you tried to tell me all the............