¿Puede la ondulación cambiar una marea?

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"Lass uns später noch einmal darüber reden. Danke dir übrigens!" Gastón heard his mother speak on the phone as he entered the dining room. It had been a while since he had heard her speak German.

Both of his parents spoke few languages outside of English—because who didn't know how to speak that? They both spoke Portuguese, German, at least moderate French and Gastón wasn't sure which Scandinavian language it was, but his Dad knew some of that as well.

"Darling," Isla took off her handsfree earpiece as she saw him and looked at her watch, "you're up already?"

"Yeah," Gastón nodded, "Did I interrupt your business call?"

"No, it was ending anyway." Isla shook her head and walked closer to him around the table, "How are you feeling? Should you be up?"

"I've spent the last 36 hours staring at four walls, and I'm getting sick of it," Gastón sighed, "I'm good."

"You sure?" Isla looked at him, "You're not having any chest pain?"

"No," Gastón shook his head again.

"Blurry vision or any memory problems?"

"I can recite for you the full fire department ranking system if you want," He sat down on a chair, "Mom, you're just going through a checklist."

"You bet I am," Gastón had never seen so much worry in either of his parents' eyes than during the past few days. "Two days ago, you were in the hospital. I'm sorry if we're being a bit cautious, but that is our right."

"Okay," He sighed again, "Where's Dad?"

"Calvin gave us a contact in the OFI, so he's talking to them. We are not going to wait for any official report from the school to know what actually happened. You're not going back in there before we do."

"Morning!!" Luna jumped into the dining room.

"Morning," Isla looked at her, "How are you feeling?"

"100 percent!" Luna jumped up briefly. "I texted Juliana last night, and the training starts back up tomorrow and since the school is still canceled so we can train for longer, which is amazing. I thought I'd go to the rink today to get a feel for it back. I've been away from the rink for a few days, and I honestly feel like I can't breathe."

"That is maybe not the best idea." Isla responded to her.

"What?" Luna stared.

"That you go to the rink," Isla crossed her arm.

"Why?"

"You were in the hospital too, let's not forget that," Isla looked at Luna, "Smoke inhalation is serious, no matter what level. My father taught me that a long time ago, the biggest reason for fire fatalities is the smoke and carbon monoxide, not the actual fire. That is why they wear those masks. The doctors said that you should take it easy for a few days, and since you don't even have practice, you shouldn't go."

"But I feel fine," Luna tried, "I've been resting for two days. I need to train. It's important!"

"Your health is much more important. I'm sorry Luna, but this isn't your decision to make. It's ours, and the answer is no. You can go tomorrow, when you've rested today and let the antibiotics do their job. There is no reason for you to try to exert yourself as soon as you can."

"But..." Luna sat down.

"No buts. We're responsible for you, and you have to allow us to do that."

"It is very pointless to try to argue with her," Gastón said to Luna, "I've tried for almost 18 years."