"The courts are no place for us," said Raul, knowing how easy it would be to expose the Medina crime; he began to walk away, thinking of Caterina, disliking the conversation, the grizzled face of his father.
"I hadn't finished speaking," said Fernando.
"I don't want to listen."
"I've talked to Pedro."
"I told him he had to go."
"He'll stay," the old man croaked.
"Let's keep sane," said Raul, curbing his emotions, shutting down on his voice. "You must accept my way; hostility will finish Petaca. We have to settle things between us. It's time I had the administration. You've had your day. There never has been any mutual planning, so now I have to work out the problems alone."
"I tell you, you'll ruin Petaca!" Fernando exclaimed; his cigarette had died out, but he still held the stub between his fingers.
Parrots jabbered and a few of them roosted in the iguana tree.
"Get me out of here, before the parrots use me for a headstone!"