Entry # 10 Carol 8

My grandfather’s capacity to come up with very elaborate, detailed, and creative answers in just a second is amazing. It would take someone hours to come up with such an answer, but for Carol, it is plain instinct, a reflex. He always surprises everyone. That’s why I do those types of questions. You see, Carol is like those type of toys that have a string, and when you pull it, they talk to you, or make a little dance, or laugh, anything. Asking Carol those questions would be the same as pulling his string.
A few years ago, my grandparents had not hired Hannibal to guard the house, and burglars broke into the house. They tied both of my grandparents to a chair, tied they’re workers, and stole precious objects they had. They stole a wrist watch collection my grandfather owned and several jewelries my grandmother owned. Both my grandparents were shocked by that robbery. They are both hugely paranoid and that is why they decided to hire Hannibal. Since then, no more robberies have occurred, but a very strange incident happened.
One day, there was a police motorcycle with two policemen, riding around the city just to check things out. By coincidence, they passed in front of my grandmother’s house right in the moment that Hannibal was helping her get inside her house. The policemen observed Hannibal’s physical aspect, and they believed he was a robber who had forced Lourdes inside. Both policemen got of the bike and ran towards the house, took their guns out and rang the bell. Lourdes, who had a few seconds ago entered and is the most paranoid lady in Earth, opened the door.
“Yes, officers, is there something wrong? How can I help you?” “Lady! Put your hands up! Don’t worry; we will get that burglar out.” “What? What burglar, do I have a burglar in my house? Oh my God!” Lourdes was about to faint. “Yes, lady that guy that opened the door.” The policemen said. “Oh, no, no, no, that is a worker of mine; you don’t have to worry about that.” Lourdes tried to explain things to the policemen, but, unfortunately, they didn’t believe her. They thought Hannibal had threatened her to tell the policemen that everything was fine, so that the policemen would go away. “Put your hands up lady! We will take care of it!”
Rosiris, one of my grandmother’s maids, saw how the officers didn’t believe Lourdes for much she explained. She went running upstairs to find Carol, so that he could explain the situation to the policemen. She enters the room and finds Carol without his shirt on watching T.V. She tells him the story with a lot of nervousness and panic. Suddenly, Carol responds: “Its fine, tell them to take her! That would be the best they could do! I’m not going downstairs.”
At the same time, a paternal cousin who lived next door to Lourdes, Ana Judith, was walking by. She saw the whole scene and couldn’t believe it. Two armed officers were aiming at my grandmother who was pale as snow and had her arms risen as high as she could. Ana Judith knew there had to be some type of misunderstanding.