But these are Apaches. They’re our friends.” “But I’m scared. There are lots of them.
Chapter Two: MAKING FRIENDS
For the next few days I left for school a little earlier to avoid running into the Portuguese buying cigarettes.
I also took care to slip around the corner on the other side of the street,
which was almost completely in the shade of the hedges in front of the houses.
The minute I got to the highway, I would cross over and carry on, shoes in hand, staying close to the large factory wall.
But my efforts were pointless. The street has a short memory and soon no one remembered yet another of Seu Paulo’s boy’s antics.
Because that’s how I was known when I was being accused of something: “It was Seu Paulo’s boy.”
It was that boy of Seu Paulo’s.” “It was that little troublemaker of Seu Paulo’s.
Once they even came up with a horrible joke: when the Bangu Football Club was thrashed by Andaraí,
people joked, “Bangu took more of a beating than Seu Paulo’s boy!”
Sometimes I’d see the goddam car at the corner and I’d hang back so as not to have to see the Portuguese—
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