I nodded, but the first spoonfuls tasted salty. It was my last few tears, which were taking a long time to go away.
Chapter Four
THE LITTLE BIRD, SCHOOL AND THE FLOWER
New house. New life and simple hopes, hopes pure and simple.
On moving day, off I went between Seu Aristides and his helper, perched on the top of the cart, as happy as the day was hot.
When it left the unpaved street and turned onto the Rio–São Paulo highway it was marvellous.
The cart slid smoothly along now. It was lovely. A beautiful car passed us.
“There goes Manuel Valadares’s car.” When we were crossing the intersection at Rua dos Açudes, a distant whistle filled the morning.
“Hey, Seu Aristides. There goes the Mangaratiba.” “You know everything, don’t you?”
“I know the sound it makes.” The only sound was hooves going clip-clop on the highway.
I noticed that the cart wasn’t very new. On the contrary. But it was sturdy and affordable.
Two more trips and we’d have moved all our junk. The donkey didn’t look too strong.
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