Chapter thirteen

— I wanted to buy new shelves for my books – I swallow hard, trying to hide the fact that the world has just collapsed on my head at that very moment – ​​but they're over there in Rio, and I'm here. I wonder every day if they are being well cared for.

She was amused by the way I talked about the books. And even though I was telling yet another lie, I realized how passionate I was about reading.

— If you want, I'll lend you mine – there's still a silly smile on his lips – it's not the same as in your books, but it's enough to kill the nostalgia.

— I'll think about the proposal – I scratched my beard, trying to throw all my worries away – there isn't a bookstore in this town. And the stores here open at nine.

— A pity – I watched her take the last sip of ice cream and start biting the crunchy cone – although there isn't much to buy here, so it doesn't matter if it opens at nine or eleven.

— I hate shopping online – I said with a despondent air, because I hadn't known how it felt to buy