This time I took his little hand and we went out for our adventure in the backyard.
The backyard was divided into three games. One was the zoo.
Another was Europe, which was over by Julio’s neat little fence.
Why Europe? Not even my little bird knew. We played Sugarloaf Mountain cable cars there.
We’d take the box of buttons and put them all on a string.
(Uncle Edmundo called it twine. I thought twine were pigs, but he explained that pigs were swine.)
Then we’d tie one end to the fence and the other to Luís’s fingertips.
We’d push all the buttons up to the top and let them go slowly, one by one.
Each cable car was full of people we knew. There was a really black one, which was Biriquinho’s.
It wasn’t unusual to hear a voice coming from over the fence, “Are you damaging my fence, Zezé?”
“No, Dona Dimerinda. See for yourself, ma’am.” “Now, that’s what I like to see. Playing nicely with your brother. Isn’t it better like that?”
It might have been nice, but when my “godfather” the devil gave me a nudge, there was nothing better than getting up to mischief...
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