Let the puppies name 
After leaving the phone on the nightstand, Anita extinguished the lamp, whose screen was decorated with children's motifs, and stood staring at the ceiling, just like he used to to review the day's events.
He felt very happy, had attended the wake to the life of a precious puppies who adored from the moment of his birth, the tenderness of the huddled in one another, that their excess skin and made them Apparently animated teddy bears, the kiss he had given one of them. It was then realized that I should name them: the largest and most greedy of all be called Bob, in honor of one of their favorite cartoon characters, for the second had no doubt, would Geronimo, as intrepid mouse on which both had read the third, who was the little of all, be called from now Bolt. She smirked
until he began to think of the names of the two sisters that remained, one of them was clear, as he had always liked to be called Moon, in honor of that night the friend who sometimes wondered quietly "Where is now my dad? Mom wants me ?..."
for the name of the second dog, that of our protagonist, had doubts, because there were several that she liked and it was difficult to decide, on the one hand he loved White, referring to his nice color of hair, but had the disadvantage that so The Persian cat called her friend Celeste, and this could upset about having copied the name, on the other hand, thought about calling Dunn, was not quite sure where that name had come to mind, but it sounded good, but not finished to convince because they wanted the names of their godchildren have any meaning.
tired, yawned and turned in bed to be positioned sideways and close their eyes.
On the third floor, Virtues carefully read the book that Oscar had given him for his birthday and Angels, it tells the story of love emerged from the Sultan of the Alhambra Catholic and a slave of noble birth, between Make and Mulay Isabel de Solis; a tale story of a thousand and one nights held in Granada and also connect to your romantic side, she woke up in a tremendous desire to visit the Andalusian city, its valley, where it was first detained after being kidnapped on their wedding day, the streets of Albaycin, masterfully described and so full of life, the coast of Granada, contemplate the highest peak in Sierra Nevada, the Mulhacen, where the remains of the beloved Sultan, father Boabdil Boy, last Moorish king of Granada. Both had caught him reading in a few days was in the final pages of the same and the feeling of not wanting to go, when he heard the sound of your phone that warned of receiving a new sms. Rushed to see him and was surprised to learn that he was sent with a hidden number, he opened it and found the following:
"Let me be the guardian of your room on cold winter nights to broadcloth and dream the rest of our day "
Who could have sent? Mr. Driver was out, so just sent him a text message once and was asking if they had spare stocks of sausage in the house where he wrote poetry as was a mild synthetic "tqm" . He could not think who it could be that sneaky lover was hiding under the cloak of technology. Since he had reached the city had not seen any man, and remembered the people, doubted that knew how to write something so beautiful. The phone pressed against his chest in an absurd attempt to feel the person who sent him, even put her hair as if he were seeing her admirer. Could the poor and disheveled Virtues love object was a sensitive and respectful? She wondered. Sultan would not be one of the most beautiful cities in the world, but in those moments felt like Isabel de Solís, Soraya, the beautiful captive of the Alhambra. Came to mind the words of his mother about the men, always negative, try to lose the tag when the sms had been as high in the sky: "Virtues, do not be naive, if a man loves you not would for that ugly face and asymmetric that you inherit from your grandmother, will be on that good pair of tits that you get from me, and you only want to open your legs and you have a good time. If you fall in love all you get is that your pussy become a pigsty in which each night will flip, with permission or without it, the same pig. "
lost in thought was the young and unattractive maid, when no steps or hear any sound that warned, knuckles hit the door of his room three times. His first reaction was to cover his head with the bedclothes, to gradually uncover his face and look at the door carefully.
- Mr Oscar! Is it you?
But nobody answered. Perhaps it was afraid the old butler who had sent the message? Was stale for everything and use a word like room ... immediately crossed to ask not about him, because if so immediately resign from his job in the house so as not to harm Angels, who treated her so lovingly.
was armed value and after returning to ask who was behind the door, he approached it and opened it at once.
