“Now it’s safe. They’ve been caught,” Maria announces with a voice so weak that the necks listening to her slim down in an exercise of elasticity necessary to catch the names before they fall to the exclusive, fluffy Turkish carpet, and are They become food for the mites that live there. “Pitus!?” They exclaim. “Nora!” They straighten up. The looks become complicit, because the suspicions have been confirmed. Discreet glances at the cell phones, so that they do not seem to ignore the information bomb. Gentle movement of the spoon in the delicate china coffee cups. Energetic drings. to condemn the facts, from the infected whiskey cubes. The woodworms greedily gnaw at the colonial woods of the library of the century-old mansion.
Containment. A minute passes in silence; the time necessary to assimilate everything and not seem dependent on the mobile phone. Pitus and Nora. Each one at their own pace, but all together, they rush to their phones and scrutinize their own and other people’s networks for all the clues that confirm their theories. Suddenly, ten alerts with different tones sound in the room. “Pitus and Nora.” It is the name of the chat that Andreu has just created on What’sClap, for those present here and for those who have not been able to come. “They are pigs,” Sandra begins. “They have always wanted to be very modern,” writes Sole. “Surely their partners didn’t know,” Xavi adds. “What a way to disgrace two families,” Siscu asserts.
The news is already minced meat for breaking news. “They have been arrested in an operation against organized crime while they were looking for drug dealers,” Borja summarizes. “Organized crime?” asks Matilde. “In the reform of the law, its practice has been included in the chapter of drug trafficking and at the same criminal level as that applied to terrorist organizations,” says Modesto, a judge on leave. “Consumption is prohibited, you already know; They become very hooked and the disease becomes chronic; It is very difficult to leave it,” adds Pep, a family doctor. “And it happened on Calle del Medio, in the upper area,” exclaims Marta. “They grow like mushrooms, everywhere,” laments Xavi. “Due to the Diada, arrests are always made,” Sandra recalls. “This report ensures that citizen collaboration has been key; Luckily there are still people with principles,” Pep pontificates. “Look, it says here that there were children,” Matilde shows the cell phone. “The prosecutor will accuse them of pimping or belonging to a child trafficking network,” Modesto predicts. “It was one of these houses with rooms that are rented by the hour…”, Maria reads. “In this information it is said that the operation has dismantled a group that met every week in a kind of indecent coven where all those who participated in it shared experiences and intimacies,” Siscu shudders. “Investigation sources point out that in the search of Pitus and Nora’s houses, in the attic and basement, thousands of copies have been seized that incriminate them,” concludes Borja.
They look at each other for a few seconds. They contemplate the canvases on the immense walls of the century-old mansion. Empty wooden shelves that patient moths devour. “We have to thank our parents for instilling in us the danger of reading; the need to escape from it,” writes Andreu. “They are not one of us,” says Modesto. And a lot of mobile alerts, with icons of rejection and condemnation, flood the “Pitus and Nora” chat.
