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inside, and picked up the phone again.
I called Héctor Salinas, the notary who had handled our family affairs for over twenty years.
“It’s happened,” I told him.
There was a pause on the other end, then a calm response. “Just as we expected.”
“I suppose tomorrow will be interesting,” I said.
“It usually is,” he replied.
I hung up and returned to the terrace.continue reading …
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