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thinking, Marianne expressed her thoughts.
    "I find it crazy have a wedding today!"
    However, the old woman said.
    "It's beautiful a wedding ceremony in the church is a blessing for God." - She looked Amelia. - "You're a virgin, right?"
    Silence fell upon them. Juan Carlos looked at Marianne and she looked at him and then at Amelia. The question sounded so indiscreet and too stodgy for the couple.
    "Grandma!"
    "Your grandson is my first boyfriend, and he respects me" - Amelia said, lifting her head and looking at the lady of the house.
    However, the old woman continued cross. She had chosen this day to talk about things that were not normal to the ears of visitors. For a moment, his grandson thought she was getting shovels. - "Juan Carlos, I know that you've chosen her because it resembles Lucia"
    That was enough to hurt the poor Amelia. Then she got up from the sofa and said.
    "Excuse me!"
    She left the room without looking sideways and Juan Carlos also got up and followed her. But before he looked at his grandmother and left the room.
    Outside the house, in front of a tree Amelia stopped, she took off her shoes and stepped into one of the branches. She tried to seek refuge there. She has always had the habit of doing whenever she was unhappy or was disappointed by something or people.
    "Have you forgotten the fall?
    Her boyfriend said to her, looking at her while his hands are placed on either side of her waist.
    "Damn!"
    She seemed angry, even to him that had nothing to do.
    Soon Juan Carlos sighed and rolled his eyes. His thumb brushed her lower lip. Then he dared to ask directly.
    "Do not take seriously what Mrs. Mirian said"
    "Your grandmother is right" - Amelia looked the boy's feet. - "Only you have chosen me because I look like your dead loved; even you told me I look a lot like her, hair, eyes, mouth.".
    He looked around and left another sigh.
    "Come down from there Amelia!"
    "I do not want to go down"
    Her lip was curled. This looked like a joke made at the wrong time with the wrong person.
    "You're too young!"
    He muttered, shaking his head.
    "You need to grow! Think like an adult!"
    This angered further Amelia. Immediately her cheeks acquired two red rings. She wanted to break a branch from the tree and throw it against her boyfriend. But she did not and simply turn around.
    "It's all said here"
    The boy kept shaking his head and looking at her. The branches of the trees gently shaking the weight of Amelia in them.
    "You are very different from Lucia"
    "I'll pretend to believe"
    He crossed his arms and looked up. Even lips were swollen.
    "Okay as I see you're not going to get out of that damn tree; I'll go"
    Then he turned his back and walked away in a hurry. Amelia continued in the tree, watching the boy away from her.
    ***
    At night, Amelia was at home, watching the night quietly at the window. At that time, the girl was crying. Her eyes were filled with tears.
    Sensitized, Marianne came behind her and held her tight.
    "What?"
    She questioned and rested her chin on the right shoulder of her stepdaughter. Amelia sobbed and said with great difficulty. Her own tears almost choked.
    "I'm starting to suffer, because I'm love him much"
    The next night, Amelia was on the porch waiting for Juan Carlos, but he did not appear. Realizing it was late and would not come; she went into her house and closed the door with great consternation.
    "He did not come"
    She muttered when she entered the room and saw her stepmother sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette.
    The next morning, Marianne was lying with a man in her bed. Her companion stood up and began pacing around the house in his underwear. Slowly he entered the room of Amelia. He walked quickly to the bed of the girl and covered her mouth with the palm of the hand.
    Surprised, Amelia opened her eyes, she felt she could not scream, but she kicked, trying to scare the stranger in her room. The man began to run his hands on his thighs and tore some of her cotton