“And what will you say about being out of the house the whole day?” “I’ll make something up.”
“What if you get caught?” “No one is allowed to beat me until the end of the month.”
“They promised Glória, and no one messes with Glória. She’s the only sandy-haired one like me.”
“Really?” “Really. They can only hit me after one month, when I’ve recovered.”
He started the engine and began to drive back. “So, do you promise not to talk about it again?”
“About what?” “The Mangaratiba?” “It’ll take me a while to get around to it...” “Good to hear.”
I later heard, from Seu Ladislau, that despite my promise, Portuga didn’t go home until very late that night, after the Mangaratiba had passed.
The drive was beautiful. The road wasn’t wide or asphalted, or even paved, but the trees and fields were dazzling.
Not to mention the sun and the cheerful bright blue sky. Gran had once said that happiness is a ‘sun shining in your heart’.
And that the sun lit up everything with happiness. If it was true, the sun in my heart made everything beautiful.
We talked about certain things again, as the car purred along unhurriedly. It seemed like even the car wanted to listen to our conversation.
“So, when you’re with me, you’re calm and well behaved. And with your teacher – what’s her name again?”
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