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Álvaro is cooking soup when a loud shriek sounds from the outside. Álvaro takes the saucepan off the heat and runs out in the yard.
“What in the name of God is going on?” he asks.
“I’m blind!” Isco shrieks. “Help me!”
Álvaro closes his eyes for a moment to recompose himself. Isco has soap all over his hair and, actually his whole head.
“What are you doing?” Álvaro asks, coming closer to him.
“Washing my hair,” Isco whines, waving his arms wildly around himself. “Where are you?”
“Why are you like this?” Álvaro sighs and grabs a bucket filled with water.
“Like wh-“ Isco starts, but Álvaro turning over the bucket and pouring all of its contents on his head shuts him up.
He continues spluttering for a while, and then glares at Álvaro. “I asked you to help me!” he says. “Not almost kill me!”
“Isco, you can’t even wash your hair,” Álvaro says. “Only God can help you. Now excuse me while I go to finish the soup.”
“You’ll just leave me here?” Isco whines.
“You are not dying. But you could die of hunger if I don’t finish it.”
“Fine,” Isco mumbles and dries his face. “I think I’ll just shave my head.”
“Terrible idea,” Álvaro says and closes the door behind him.