“OK, son. I’ll do a week of overtime and I’ll buy you the suit.”
Then I kissed her hand and walked next to her with my face pressed to her hand until we were inside the house.
That was how I got my poet’s clothes. I looked so smart that Uncle Edmundo took me to have my photograph taken.
School. Flower. Flower. School... Everything was going fine when Godofredo came into the classroom.
He excused himself and asked to speak to Dona Cecília Paim.
All I know is that he pointed at the flower in the glass. Then he left.
She looked at me sadly. When class was over, she called me over.
“I’d like to talk to you about something, Zezé. Just a minute.”
She rummaged in her handbag for a long time. I could tell she didn’t really want to talk to me
and was searching for courage among her things. Finally, she decided.
“Godofredo told me something very bad about you, Zezé. Is it true?” I nodded.
“About the flower? It’s true, miss.” “What exactly do you do?”
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