Continuación de una historia

Rico nos condujo a la entrada. Cuando la bici se detuvo, Gozo me llevó, me colocó de pie y caminó alrededor de mí en círculos para desenvolverme de la cortina.
“¿Por qué tuvisteis que envolverme?”
Rio. “Porque a Nina no le gustaban estas cortinas, y no quería verlas más en la sala. En cuanto a nosotros, nos parecía una gran diversión envolver a alguien.”
“En resumen no teníais que hacerlo.”
“No, no teníamos que hacerlo.”
“Oye chicha, ¿qué tal?” Rico intentó darme un máximo de cinco.
Dejé mis manos a mi lado. “¿Me preguntaste qué tal? Que cuestión tan estúpida. Creo que la cortina me dio una quemadura de alfombra.”
“Deja de quejarte, pues nosotros te salvamos la vida,” dijo Roco.
“¿Y qué pasa si regreso en casa?”
Gozo rio. “¡No tienes que regresar! Puedes pasar el resto de la vida aquí. ¡Ni siquiera tendrás que ir a la universidad!”
“¡Pero quiero ir! Además, esperaba que mis padres lo pagaran. Ahora me parece que eso nunca va a pasar.”
“Bueno, no es nuestra culpa," dijo Roco. "Te hayamos secuestrado o no, nunca pagarían tus estudios, porque les dijiste que estudiabas literatura inglesa.”
Suspiré. “Tienes razón.”
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Rico steered us into the driveway. When the bike stopped, Gozo picked me up, stood me on my feet and walked around me in circles to unwrap me from the curtain.
"Why did you have to wrap me up?"
He laughed. "Because Nina thought the curtains were ugly, and didn't want to see them living room anymore. As for us, we just thought it would be fun to wrap somebody up."
"In short, you didn't have to do it."
"No, we didn't have to do it."
"Hey girl! How's it going? Rico tried to give me a high five.
I left my hands at my side. "You asked me how's it going? That's a stupid question. I think the curtain gave me a rug burn."
"Stop complaining. We saved your life," Roco said.
"And what's going to happen when I go back home?"
Gozo laughed. "You don't have to go back home! You can spend the rest of your life here. You don't even have to go to college!"
"But I want to go! And I was hoping that my parents would pay. Now it seems like that's never going to happen."
"Well, that's not our fault," Roco said. "Whether we had kidnapped you or not, they were never going to pay your tuition, because you told them you were going to study English literature.
I sighed. "You're right."