As it turns out, I was wrong because last Sunday evening as I was actually preparing to go to the perya a few blocks from our house with our next-door neighbors instead of going back to the Baptism feast in Malinis street, Rakel suddenly popped up outside our gate. A friend, both of them somewhat sober, accompanied her asking me why I didn’t text about going back to the party. Then she worked her charm on my aunt, who was in charge of me at the time, telling her that I’ll be home tomorrow at the latest. My aunt hesitated…