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Unfortunately we didn't have a jet or any other transport faster than Max's Amarok to take us back to the center of Metropolity. During the trip, a wave of anxiety completely destabilized me. A thousand things were going through my mind, but I didn't have the capacity to organize them into a logical thought."Don't worry, he'll be fine. - Max drives and tries to reassure me by saying positive phrases every five minutes.We've put music on the radio, I've tried napping, but nothing works. I just want to get to the hospital and see how Peter is doing, come face to face with him.I rub my hands all the time, I don't have nails to bite anymore. It's like a sad and tragic dèjavu." Try to read a little, we'll stop later for fuel... I think in less than an hour, we'll be arriving. - Max reassures me once again.I risk following his advice and start reading Doce Ana. It is a novel with a completely different plot than O Segredo da Prostitute. More contemporary, light and reflective, it also
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After the first fuel stop, we ate a cold snack at a roadside snack bar to settle our stomach. Max always showed concern for me even though I assured him everything was fine. At least, with my physical body, it was okay." Are you sure? You're white. Drink some more juice, go…At these times, it was almost inevitable to roll one's eyes at his “fatherly” care."No need to overreact, Max. I'm fine. I just want to get there soon." What did you think of the beginning of the book? - He asks, with the good intention of distracting me." It's working. It's excellent storytelling, at least it diverts my attention to something else." That's good, at least. Hit the road again, then? You know I'm driving as fast as possible, but we need to think about our safety too.I give him a wan smile." I know. And I want to thank you for what you're doing..." I haven't done anything yet. - He shrugs and gets into the car.I follow him and resume reading. I need an efficient outlet and the books have wor
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" His parents live in Holland. The university got in touch, they should take the next flight here, and maybe tomorrow morning they will be arriving." My God. - Loretta laments." Yeah, but he's not alone. He's under the responsibility of the university and won't be left helpless. - Stephen reiterates, in his completely politicized version."But…- I try to question again." About visits, they should release only in the morning. The crowd now is for him to wake up spontaneously. He is still unconscious, despite breathing normally." I understood." This is really crazy... - Loretta muses and I finally realize how much she likes him, much more than I could have imagined in such a short time.In fact, a lot has happened in such a short time at this university."You still haven't answered me about Mellanie. Did she leave you alone on this one?" She didn't have much choice. Her parents got wind of how influential they are and before they made a scene, she was released home. That's if her
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Dear Stupid Diary,Stupid is how I'm going to classify this childish fight between two adult and elitist teachers - and who should be civilized - in front of Metropolity Hospital.As if it weren't enough for us to be distressed by Peter's situation, once again the name of the University comes to the fore when they learn of a fight with the right to nosebleed punches between Max and Stephen.My shame was so much that I didn't even want to know details. It was as if the roles were reversed and I was the only sensible adult in the situation. What do these men have in mind?Apparently, it all started with a provocation from Stephen. Half a dozen stupid words were enough to get Max out of his mind and punch the Welsh right in the middle of the nose. On another occasion I would say well done.But what do they think they are doing?It's a hospital, what the hell!This fight made Loretta understand everything right away. Or almost everything.In fact, everything is in the background now.I kn
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I wake up with a start, perspiring and panting. I look at the cell phone. It's still three in the morning. I fell asleep reading the book, I almost lost track of which page I had stopped. I scroll the phone screen, several notifications, including Stephen, Max, my dad and Ethan.I run a hand over my face and feel around the headboard for my glasses so I can read the messages.A bunch of dramatists. “In advance, I want to apologize for the cardboard I made today. Hearing dirty words about you from that worm's mouth made me lose control. I'm on suspension of classes this week, but I'm around. I'll give you the space you need, but anything you know can call to me. Max.” - sent four hours ago.“To prove that your well-being is what matters most to me, I have been suspended from classes this week. The teacher who harasses you but you like to pass the cloth to him is the culprit. I wanted a chance to explain myself to you. And tell you everything I know about what happened to Peter. He's y
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Smile for the photo, daughter!Eeeee, uhul!!!!"Now blow out the candle! That's it!!!!“Hahaha, how beautiful, êeeee”Clara's 1st birthday party was memorable, at a luxury party house in Copacabana. There were almost two hundred guests, a meeting that mixed people from various social circles of mine and Lucas. Friends from Petrópolis, from the time of the shelter, professional colleagues at the police station, friends from work of Linda, Claudia, Agatha, colleagues from Lucas's hospital and now also some colleagues from the college where Lucas started to teach, after completing his master's degree.Clara really looked like a princess. Plump, with curly hair as black as mine, she ran back and forth, delighting everyone in the room. She walked with ten months. She spoke her first word at eight. Early all life. It was the reason we smile daily amid so many bad circumstances, like the pandemic.It was early to even be born. When I was eight months pregnant and only a week into maternity
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The light that comes in through a beam from the window illuminates the entire room and makes me wake up even before the alarm I set.Although I like to sleep late, I don't complain, today is a completely unusual day and certainly my anxiety wouldn't let me sleep for more than four hours.I check my phone, this time no new messages. I randomly look for some clothes in the small chest of drawers and in a few minutes I'm ready to go back to the hospital.Before I go through reception, my cell phone rings."Hi, dad... Yes, yes, I'm fine. Yeah… Okay, no need to worry. Yeah, I'm here at the hospital. Yeah, dad, he's my friend, but it's okay now. I'm going to visit him now, okay? Call you later. Ok… ok, a kiss, dad!When I hang up, I see Loretta walking towards me. Her furrowed face, full of purple circles under her eyes, betrays that she had an unrewarding night's sleep." How are you, babe? - I try to make her positive, somehow cheer her up with my words and tone of voice." Tired, but wit
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" And your diary? Are you still writing? - Loretta wanted to know, after a while." More than ever! It's definitely the therapy I've found. But I'm changing it up with reading some books… I've borrowed two from him."His… Max Anthon?" Himself." Wow, must be that very erudite literature. - Loretta wrinkles her nose." That's where you're wrong! They are contemporary. Very current, I would say. Want to borrow one to distract your mind for those hours?" And will you lend a book that is borrowed?" What about it? He doesn't care." It seems that you are getting to know him very well... - Loretta pins again." Choose. This one or this one? - I take the books out of the bag and show them to her." That cover won me over. - Loretta chooses The Whore's Secret." It's wonderful. I devoured the first few chapters..."Thank you for everything you do for me. - Loretta activates her sweet version again to thank me.And speaking of sweets, I feel like continuing to read Doce Ana and I'm taking a
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