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 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 chastisement.
Mireia, wait in the kitchen.”
I went to the kitchen but, of course, I kept the door open just a crack and peeked through.
I watched as my brother was told to kneel on the sofa, which my aunty had aligned with another chair.
