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term.’ Leonardo can’t help himself. ‘You never took that course seriously.’ Talking about the course is allowed, it’s an area that can be freely scrutinised. ‘Law’s a big lie, Leo, we both know that. You did your entire course reading a Federal Constitution that was shoved down our throats by the military,’ he says, and pours out what was left of the beer in his glass. ‘This Serramalte of yours is warm.’ Leonardo is not discouraged (Leonardo is never discouraged). ‘It is. I put it in the fridge when you two went out.’ And he teases: ‘I’ll let you buy me a colder one at the pizza place.’ Paulo goes back to looking into nothingness. ‘Another reason to devote ourselves to trying to make things better,’ argues Leonardo. ‘But turning into a well-meaning little prosecutor just to legitimise the power … the power of … ’ and he realises that he has fallen into his friend’s trap. ‘Just let it go.’ Leonardo laughs. ‘You know what I find most fascinating, Paulo? It’s that the good people, the most credulous and well-intentioned people, they’re exactly the ones who give up,’ and he gets up to carry the glasses and the bottle off to the kitchen. ‘It must be the particularly acute sensibility you people have, that poetic soul of yours.’ Paulo takes hold of his arm. ‘Tell me, Leo,’ looking upset, ‘what kind of prosecutor do you want to be?’ And Maína appears on the veranda, on the side Leonardo was headed. The conversation between the two friends ends there: Leonardo understands Paulo’s innate difficulty in taking things less seriously and not getting deeply involved in all of it. He always reacts. It’s what makes Leonardo admire him so much, and sympathise, too; he can see his friend’s premature frustration, he doesn’t like seeing him suffer. ‘Let’s go in my Uno. I need to get the battery going, but this means the drinks are definitely on you.’ Paulo agrees with a smile, a little ashamed. Maína approaches. Leonardo walks over to the kitchen, he’s worried about this all-or-nothingsituation but, just the same, (believing he can better understand it) glad to see his old friend again.
    It was good because they ate and came straight back. It was hard for her to feel at ease under the disapproving gaze of Paulo’s friend; he’s no different from other people she’s come across before, she shouldn’t be surprised, but it’s so incompatible with everything she has felt since she woke up this morning. She holds the kite that bothers her as much because of its colour as because of its being up in the air, noisy, getting in the way of their visit to the unruly sea, the sea that ought to be blue and luminous, like the ones in the magazines. When she asked to buy it she was determined to break it, to get shot of it the first chance she had, but she waited and understood what she really felt (and what had really changed). Paulo would be coming up soon, he is talking to his friend. Maína would have given ten years of her life to have their language. Fortunately there is the exercise book, she presumes there will be another soon, the assumption comes with the sudden impulse to put away the kite and give its deep red colour a rest. She takes off her clothes, picks up the bucket of Lego Creative Building pieces she’d discovered when she glanced under the bed that afternoon looking for the sheets and, while she waits, she assembles two figurines (she will play with them until Paulo comes into the room, maybe influenced by his friend and unsure of what to say to the girl distracted by the plastic bricks on the bed). In her hands, the figurines live their tiny lives. The girl-figurine can fly, the boy-figurine can’t, but he sings to her (in Maína’s voice) as they live out their Lego story on the mattress that still has no sheet on it. The minutes pass and the two of them grow calm, the girl-figurine comes down to land, she invites him to sit beside her on the