At 8:15 the phone rang in an urgent way at Margot's home.
- Ñz, Ñz, Ñz, Ñz- yes? .- answered this one without a certain anxiety ...
- Margot?
- Clara heart ... you thought we were going to leave you on your birthday ...
- Oh, I do not know, girls, I've had a hard time ...
- Oh, but please if we only have a delay of 10 minutes .. And also ...
- What...?
- We bring the gifts ...
- Noooo ...-
- You really are girls ... you're so fabulous ..-
- Oh come Margot, the nutcracker remember?
- Oh
- Surely it will be a magical evening ...
(He died of illusion).