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Encarnación was a real jerk with his mother, he hit her, insulted her, and having learned that attitude from his father, he had all the tables, one of those many nights that it occurred to him to come home drunk, he went to cure his drunkenness with his poor mother, a lady already very finished, not because of her age, but because of the mistreatment of life and hard work. The very inconsiderate, the very unfortunate arrived drunk, screaming, kicking and cursing, he blamed the poor old woman for how long it had taken her to die. The neighbors heard a bit of the discussion and knowing how defenseless that woman was, they took it upon themselves to throw the bad son out of the house. The next day, the busybodies and gossips of the neighborhood, made their obligatory meeting on the street corner, to tell each other a thousand different versions of the same story, but only one of them, ruffled the hair of others. The most self-righteous of the group, she said that she had heard death itself walk through the cobbled and narrow streets, if not the one that is heard at every turn the lament of a tortured soul. They were all very dismayed, when Encarnación, still sunk in her drunkenness, appeared to continue the scandal, kicking the door of the house claiming that her mother had gone to look for him at the house of her compadre where he had stayed. But that was not entirely true, since after the scene of the previous day, the old woman had stayed in bed, and it was time that she did not get up, it was then that the group of gossips warned her of the danger that was prowling the streets , because when a lament was heard, death was closer, one should not go out into the street, and being so accustomed to laziness, he could easily be confused with the person that death was looking for and earning a cut from his scythe . But just as he was the briago boy, he was also incredulous and irreverent, and he only laughed at the old chickens and their superstitions. At night when everyone had already locked themselves in their houses, as a precaution one also never knows, the only thing that was heard in the streets was the party of the drunken Encarnación, he sang very happily, very loud so that everyone could hear him, but suddenly a horrible horrible scream broke the silence of the nervous night, a strong wind blew and opened all the doors and windows of the houses on that street. Encarnación ran with her jaw dislodged and still singing that pitiful cry. Those who could see him up close said that he had a look of terror in his eyes, but they did not want to find out more since at a very short distance the familiar moans of death could be heard, they could even feel the heat of the fire that emerged. They say that they found Encarnación in the doorway of her mother's house, she had scratched the door trying to get in, but the poor old woman was in bed because of her, since he himself gave her tranquilizers so that she couldn't interfere with her party, and if he hadn't been so rude, she would surely have saved him that night.