Today David woke up in a good mood, or so it seems.

"Ah, are you ready?" he asks me when he sees me dressed and sitting on the bed at the usual time he comes to wake me up. I woke up earlier to avoid surprises, I put on a plaid shirt belonging to Fabián and one of his jeans.

We leave the house and walk through the darkness of the farm to the milking room, on the other side of the property. David is whistling and occasionally tells me anecdotes about the ranch.

"There, Fabián and I used to play in the dirt," he says, showing me an area that is now a concrete slab where his mother hangs the laundry.

"There, we played soccer every afternoon after lunch," he says, showing me a small area of green grass.

"There's where I caught Fabián with a neighbor," he says, pointing to a corner formed by a small garden and some bushes - my brother always got very suspicious at 7 pm, he said he liked to take nighttime walks, I told him several times that I wanted to accompany him, but he told me he liked to walk alone - David tells me without much emotion.

"One day, my mom asked me to go look for him so he could accompany me to a neighbor's house, at night we always went in pairs for safety... I called him, but he didn't hear me. I looked for him and found him there" - he doesn't say anything else.

Fabián told me the story one night after we had sex, that boy was a classmate of Fabián's, six years younger than David, David beat him up.

Fabián had described to me with great clarity who David was before he died - a beast - that's what he said - handsome, big, and rough. He never forgave me for being homosexual, he stopped talking to me from that night on... he didn't tell my mom anything, and the people in the village, out of respect, didn't say anything either... but from that day on, no one approached him, and they barely spoke to him.

Fabián ran away from his farm, and I understand... despite that story, we were very happy together until cancer took him away suddenly.

David and I milk the cows without any issues, I'm getting more skilled each time.

We finish around 10 am. David brings some sandwiches, we wash our hands, and sit down next to each other to eat them outside the cowshed.

"Well, between Fabián and you, who was the man and who was the woman?" David asks me out of the blue, I sense that he's been wondering this since he showed me the corner where he found Fabián with his classmate.

"We're two men, David," I say with solemnity - we were, both of us were two men in bed.

"But who fucked who?!" he insists, looking annoyed and uncomfortable - I mean, who got on all fours and who stuck their dick in?

I remain silent for a few minutes, I don't know if it's right to tell him something so intimate about his brother's partner.

"I was the active one," I finally confess.

"So you fucked him?" he asks.