At 1:15 AM, between sunday and monday, my father came home with my sister in a kind of stress. My mother also woke up and they started talking about a doctor's appointment. When I asked what happened, they answered "nothing" together, as if they were planning to tell me that nothing had happened, but they hadn't decided who would say it. I went back to my business. I'm sure I would have been much more stressed if I hadn't drunk whiskey fifteen minutes before they arrived. After a few minutes, I went over again and asked what happened. This time, only my mother and sister said nothing. Again, in perfect coordination. I said that if nothing had happened, then there's no need to sit around at one in the morning and talk. My sister gave an unsatisfactory answer from the convertation I had heard before. I left the room unsatisfied. A little later, I heard my sister trying to make an appointment with a surgeon and a little later, a breast operation. After a few minutes, I heard them disperse, each going to his or her bed. But I hear the conversations between my father and mother until I got to writing this part.