I wanted to see from a distance who would be the first to slip. I was just about to give up waiting when, suddenly, plop! My heart leapt.
Dona Corinha, Nanzeazena’s mother, walked through her gate with a handkerchief and a book, and set off for the church.
“Holy Mother of God!” Dona Corinha, of all people – she was a friend of Mother’s and Nanzeazena was good friends with Glória.
I didn’t want to watch. I bolted for the corner and stopped to look. She had come crashing to the ground and was cursing.
People gathered around to see if she was hurt, but judging by the way she was cursing, she must have only got a few scratches.
“It was those little delinquents.” I let out a sigh of relief.
But I wasn’t so relieved that I failed to feel a hand taking hold of my satchel.
“That was your doing, wasn’t it, Zezé?” Seu Orlando Hair-on-Fire.
He of all people, who’d been our neighbour for many years. I couldn’t speak.
“Was it or wasn’t it?” “Promise not to tell my parents?”
“I’m not going to tell. But look here, Zezé. I’ll let it go this time ’cause that woman’s a real gossip.”
“But don’t do it again because someone could break a leg.”
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