“Am I really a duo?” “You are now.” “Then let me sing the part about Fanny’s heart.
You sing loudly and I’ll join you in the bit about the heart, with the sweetest voice in the world.”
“That’s not a bad idea, Zezé.” “So, after lunch, let’s start with Fanny, ’cause it’s really good luck.”
And under the blazing sun we went back to work. We were in the middle of Fanny when disaster struck.
Along came Dona Maria da Penha looking all prim under her parasol, her face white with rice powder.
She stopped and stood listening to us sing. Seu Ariovaldo saw tragedy coming and gave me a nudge to walk as I sang.
But I was so caught up in Fanny’s heart that I paid no attention.
Dona Maria da Penha closed her parasol and stood there tapping the toe of her shoe with it.
When I finished, she scowled angrily and exclaimed, “My, my. What an immoral song for a child to be singing.”
“There’s nothing immoral about my work, ma’am. Any honest work is work, and I am not ashamed of it!”
I’d never seen Seu Ariovaldo so annoyed. Maria da Penha was looking for a fight, and she got it.
“Is that child your son?” “No, ma’am, ’fraid not.” “Your nephew, a relative?” “Nope.” “How old is he?” “Six.”
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