Totoca knelt on the ground with the others, cheering me on, a pile of books on his knees: mine and his.
He also shouted instructions. “Headbutt him in the belly, Zezé. Bite him, dig in your nails – he’s all lard. Kick him in the balls.”
But even with all the cheering and instructions, if it weren’t for Seu Rozemberg, Bié would have made mincemeat of me.
He came out from behind the counter, grabbed Bié by the collar of his shirt and knocked him around a bit.
Have you no shame? A child your size beating up a little kid.Everyone at home said that Seu Rozemberg had a secret crush on my sister Lalá.
He knew us and whenever she was with us, he’d hand out pastries and sweets with the biggest of smiles dotted with several gold teeth.
I couldn’t help myself and ended up telling Pinkie about my humiliation. I could hardly hide it with that puffy black eye.
Besides, when Father had seen me like that, he’d given me a few raps on the head and Totoca a dressing-down.
Father never hit Totoca, but he did me, because I was as bad as it got.
Pinkie must have heard every word, so how could I not tell him? He listened, indignant, and only when I finished did he say angrily, “What a coward!”
“The fight was nothing. You should have seen...” Blow by blow, I relayed everything that had happened with the piggyback.
Pinkie was amazed at how brave I’d been and said, “One day you’ll get even.”
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