Continuación de una historia Como ya mencioné, yo no era buena negociando. Ni siquiera tenía capacidad de argumentar contra las tonterías. “¿Qué debo hacer para calmar sus nervios?” “Ya has visto cuan gordo es. Le encantan los pasteles. ¿Por qué no hacerle una tarta?” “¿Quieres que le haga una tarta entera para el primer día del liceo?” “Sería un gran favor.” “¿Y si no lo hago?” “Ya estoy escribiendo una lista de todas las torturas que te podría hacer sufrir si no lo haces.” No era en broma. Ya había conocido Nina por doce años; sabía cuándo era en broma o no. No tenía ni idea de por qué se preocupaba tanto por su hermano menor, pero no quería preguntar. Solo quería cumplir sus exigencias tan pronto sea posible. “Bueno," dije. "¿Qué sabor de tarta le gusta?” ----- As I already mentioned, I was not good at negotiating. I wasn't even able to argue against Nina when she was clearly being foolishness. "What should I do to calm his nerves?" "You've already seen how fat he is. He loves pastries. Why not bake him a cake?" "You want me to bake him a whole cake for the first day of high school?" "It would be a big favor." "And if I don't?" "I'm already writing a list of all the tortures I could put you through if you don't do it." It wasn't a joke. I had known Nina for 12 years; I knew when she was joking. I had no idea why she was so worried about her younger brother, but I didn't want to ask. I just wanted to fulfill her demands as soon as possible. "Well then," I said. "What flavor does he like?"