The first thing you learn after seventy is that silence unnerves greedy people more than anger ever will.
If you had slammed your fist on the breakfast table that morning, if you had shouted that the ranch was yours, if you had thrown Mariana and Rodrigo out before the coffee cooled, they would have known how to fight you. They would have cried. They would have called you unstable. They would have wrapped themselves in concern and told anyone who would listen that age had turned you bitter and unreasonable.
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