Sister Virginia

The porter sees me with a frightened face and I have to say I just I can not dock to complete high school. So I wonder about the math teacher. The man holding her nose almost calls and what comes is two armed guards who weighed me, chewed and vomited with every look they gave me. – What is the specific reason for your visit? — I asked the doorman. – I see the math teacher. Esteeem.

I am the son of Elvira. Incredibly send me to move and walk in the midst of so many girls all beautiful and delicate, who look at me with fear and curiosity to see for the first time someone from the slums of the south of the city. If girls, I climb and descend stairs, ride a bus and give my card every five minutes the police. A nun I get old enough to step. – Sister Virginia?. Restaurateur may not feel the same. Professor of Mathematics “?.

– No she is on the faculty for 26 years. – Yes. It must be so. What is faculty? — I ask confused. – I do not understand. Can not see the vulgar. – Who?. Look to the nun and I felt compelled to explain. – My father made wine years to a party here. Sister Virginia was looking. He wanted to have a child with her. But my mother invited her to tea. That same evening they went to bed and nine months after I was born.

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