“Your father gave me full permission to punish you as I see fit.
You’ll be returning to bed with sore bottoms tonight.
Downstairs, both of you.”
In silence, we sloped down the stairs and followed our aunt into the living room.
“Wait there.” She disappeared into the kitchen.
A moment later, she was back with a flat, wide wooden spoon.
Felipe’s eyes widened, and my heart began to beat against my ribs.
“Who is first?” She asked.
My brother stepped forward, and I was impressed with the dignity with which he comported himself.
There was no childish crying or begging.
He stepped forward with his head held high and volunteered to go first.
“I won’t humiliate you by letting you see each other in a state of undress.
Mireia, wait in the kitchen.”