Page 27 of That Last Summer

I know. I know! I’m not like this. I don’t behave in such an insane and disrespectful way. Never, ever. I don’t recognize myself right now; Mr. Hyde has completely taken me over. A combination of a lot of things: alcohol, the hundreds of emotions running through my body these last few days, the exhaustion, the frustration and all the anger... all of it. It made me lose control.

I’m a person who gives up her seat to retirees and pregnant women on trains and buses. I never exceed speed limits, and I always say good morning with a smile on my face—to everyone, even to those who I don’t like much because they’re assholes. I am an exemplary citizen. Come on! I even stop at the traffic lights when I’m riding my bike. Who does such a thing! Oh my God, the bike.

“I also rode my bike drunk,” I confess, to cap it all.

“Priscila!”

A little while later...

Marco Polo:

IMAGE

Marco Polo:

I leave this in here.

Marco Polo:

For posterity.

I check the image and... it’s me, throwing stones at the neighbors’ window. I stifle a cry. I can’t believe him!

Adri:

Oh come on Marc!

Hugoisthestar:

Really, God give me patience

River Phoenix:

Awesome

River Phoenix:

You have to improve your aim though Pris

Adri:

What would you know about aim?

River Phoenix:

Just saying...

Well, well, well, Cabanas! You are giving me plenty of material. With just this one family moment, I have enough for a year. And by the way, Pris, if you want my opinion, Jaime and Hugo weren’t talking about you. River and Catalina had a big fight. Alicia and Marcos look like an old married couple already. And Adrián is hiding something.

Pristy the Squirrel: The highlights of Priscila throwing pebbles at her husband’s brother in law’s window.