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I smiled to myself, and stopped working so that I could better enjoy listening to the

noise. After a few minutes he stopped. I finished the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh rows

of stones. The wall I was building in the doorway was now almost up to my shoulders. Suddenly

I worried. What if someone heard him? Then I placed my hand on the solid rock of the

walls and felt safe. I looked into the tiny room where he was still screaming, and I

began to scream too. My screams grew louder than his, and he stopped. It was now almost

the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth rows. All that was left was a stone for the last hole

in the wall. I was about to push it in when I heard a low laugh from behind the stones.

The laugh made the hair on my head stand up. Then, fortunately, spoke in a sad voice that no

longer sounded like him. He said, well, you have played a good joke on me. We will laugh about it

soon over a glass of that amanteado. But isn't it getting late? My wife and my friends

will be waiting for us. Let us go. Yes, I replied. Let us go. I waited for him to say something

I called again for Janado. Still no answer. I hurried to put the last stone into the wall

and put the cement around it. Then I pushed the pile of bones in front of the new wall I had

a century now. No one has touched those bones. May he rest in peace.