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a fold-up there in the … ’ And Paulo interrupts him. ‘No, no need.’ Leonardo picks up his book again. ‘Right. I’ve got to finish up a few pages here now. We’ll catch up on news at dinner time … We can go to a really cool pizza place that opened recently.’ Paulo takes Maína’s things, leaves the car just where it is. They go in by the back door. In the bedroom there’s no sheet on the mattress. Paulo looks in the cupboards and doesn’t find anything. Maína looks under the bed; Paulo, laughing, says they’re not likely to be there. He’ll leave it, they can ask later, he doesn’t want to bother Leonardo any more, he knows how much he’s been devoting himself to passing these exams since the start of the year. They go down to the kitchen, Paulo pours out two glasses of milk, takes the packet of Tip Top biscuits from the basket on the table. Straight afterwards he washes up what they’ve dirtied (one of the reasons he’s welcomed by Leonardo is that he has never taken advantage of his position as a guest). They go out for a walk along the beach. Though it’s nearly five in the afternoon, the sun is still strong, with that punishing north-easterly wind. There are two boys flying kites on the walkway which was damaged by some recent rough seas; there’s a big plastic bag, opaque but quite see-through, with seven others inside it and a piece of paper on the outside announcing that the kites are for sale. One is blue and the other is red, they are the same size and design but it’s the red that has completely caught Maína’s attention, she no longer has eyes for anything else around her. Having expected her to be thrilled by the sight of the sea, Paulo notices this and is annoyed; up till now her only question has been about the fishing platform: she wanted to know what that thing was that was going into the sea. He explained, she said nothing. They walk over to the boys. Maína asks if Paulo can buy the red one that’s flying (it’s the first time Maína has asked him to buy anything; Paulo thinks, something has changed ). Paulo fulfils her wishes. Maína reels in the kite and stows it under her arm. They stay till after it gets dark. On the way back, Paulo asks her if she liked the sea. ‘The sound of the waves and also the waves,’ she says, and they turn right onto Leonardo’s street.
    Sharing a bottle of beer with Paulo on the porch, Leonardo takes advantage of Maína’s being in the bathroom to ask if Paulo knows what he’s doing. ‘Wake up, Paulo, the girl isn’t only a kid, she’s also an Indian … I don’t have to explain to you how much that makes this whole thing a huge bloody chainsaw massacre,’ and he looks at his friend, whom he has known since he was ten years old and Paulo eight, feeling as though, in spite of the mutual admiration that still exists, there’s no longer the affinity that survived up to their university days. Paulo, who just said again and again that there was no need to worry, seems to be looking out into nothingness. ‘All right, Paulo?’ Leonardo asks, crossing a line he’s sure his friend won’t like him crossing. ‘Huh? Whatever it is, get it off your chest … ’ and he puts his hand on Paulo’s shoulder. ‘Something happened yesterday … ’ Paulo says, but he doesn’t go on. Leonardo won’t press him. His old classmate is a grown-up, more mature than most of his age can manage. Even a poor bastard down on his knees begging to be put in jail, even he deserves the benefit of the doubt, he must know what he’s doing, there has to be some reason. He picks up the bottle from the tiled floor, refills his glass and then his guest’s. ‘And the degree, Paulo, how’s that going?’ he says, trying to resume the thread of the conversation. Paulo takes a gulp of the drink, grimaces slightly. ‘I think I’m going to drop out,’ he looks at him, seriously. ‘I haven’t decided yet, but if it happens it’ll be now, at the end of this