CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

AN EFFICIENT HANDICAPPED PERSON

Clara grabbed two beers from the fridge and followed Frank to his house, number eight. It was quite far from the main house, and their friends continued to party and have fun without even realising that the two of them had left. Frank's house was like Otávio's, quite similar, but with different furniture. Like most of the houses there, you entered the living room first. The colours were warm, nothing sober. A wonderful painting took up a good portion of the entry hall wall, its bright colours brightening up the room alongside a console table that also exploded in colours with natural flower vases. A perfect combination of colours that matched each other, making the room cosy.

"Your house is so beautiful, Frank!" Clara exclaimed, looking around. The fluffy red carpet made her feet disappear into it, and the girl took off her sandals and left them aside.

"I'm glad you like it. I love my house, and if I could, I wouldn't leave it."

"I understand. I'd also