Only the chicken man Jorge seemed to guess what had happened and it had scared Yolanda into accepting his visits.
He would come in the late afternoon just before dinner and sit at the head of the table. Yolanda didn't like him sitting in
Carlos' chair. She didn't like the way he grinned at her. Most of all, Yolanda didn't like him eating her food and picking it out of his teeth.
Eventually he did not bother with the meal and
came late at night. She would feel his hairy arms around her, his chest furred like that of a bear, his calloused fingers grabbing and poking. He would thrust himself into her but he was quick, and if she held her breath, he would be done and gone and she could go back to sleep.
