I didn’t get it, and wondered if he really was a bit cuckoo.
“That’s something you don’t understand. It’s the story of Joseph. I’ll tell you when you’re a bit bigger.”
I was crazy about stories. The harder they were, the more I liked them.
I patted my little horse for a long time and then I looked up at Uncle Edmundo and said, “Do you think I’ll be a bit bigger by next week, Uncle?”
Chapter Two
A CERTAIN SWEET-ORANGE TREE
In our family, each older sibling brought up a younger one.
Jandira had taken care of Glória and another sister who’d been given away to have a proper upbringing in the north.
Totoca was Jandira’s little darling. Then Lalá had taken care of me until not long ago.
For as long as she liked me. Then I think she got sick of me or fell madly in love with her boyfriend,
who was a dandy with baggy trousers and a short jacket just like the one in the song.
When they used to take me for a “promenade” (that’s what her boyfriend called a stroll) on Sundays,
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