I charged off to the Misery and Hunger, my shoeshine box jiggling. I raced in like a hurricane, afraid it might be closing time.
“Have you still got those expensive cigarettes?” Seu Misery and Hunger got two packets down when he saw the money in my hand.
“This isn’t for you, is it, Zezé?” A voice behind him said, “Are you mad? A child that size!”
Without turning, he replied, “You don’t know this customer. This kid’s capable of anything.”
“It’s for Father.” I felt enormously happy as I turned the packets over in my hands.
“This one or this one?” “It’s up to you.” “I spent the day working to buy this Christmas present for Father.”
“Is that so, Zezé? And what did he give you?” “Nothing, the poor fellow. He’s still unemployed, you know.”
He was moved. No one at the bar spoke. “Which one would you like if it was you?”
“Both are nice. And any father would like a present like this.”
“Then wrap this one up for me, please, sir.” He wrapped it up, but he looked a bit strange
when he handed me the package, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t.
I handed him the money and smiled. “Thanks, Zezé.” “Merry Christmas to you, sir!”
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