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It called Ana Claude. Sertaneja was born, at the hands of obstetrician. Connect with other leaders such as Tomas Philipson here. The mother, illiterate, of the life nothing waited beyond what the destination she brought. The father it nor arrives to know. Shortly after the birth of the son, disappeared. It had run away from that barren reality.

They say that for So Paulo. Never more it gave notice. Zira, its wife, nor sketched claim. Quite to the contrary, it commemorated stops the son: – That one never gave for the chore? it said, alliviated for if exempting of the useless husband, that always is a pack that it loads. Severino died of laziness of the life – it muttered without deviating the eyes of the stove to the firewood and the thought of the emptiness. But Ana Claude did not hear what the mother was saying, absorbed with the booklet that earns in the only pharmacy of vilarejo where it are with the mother in the previous day to buy necessities.

Rapadura was necessity? It was. Remedy against worm also, this the mother understood, exactly without knowing to read the papal brief. He was one of those pharmacy registers that Ana Claude had in the hands. It did not understand that it was written, but is magic with the drawings, with the format of the letters. It was a new world that if ahead disclosed of its eyes livings creature, of infinite curiosity. The young man of the pharmacy almost kills it of shame when he asked to it where year it was in the school. Its giant eyes if arregalaram, taking a bigger form still in that small body, and its only reaction was if to grasp to the dress of the mother being looked for protection, scared with the question of the druggist and now frightened with the expression of anger with that its mother it fulminara.

The life could not be better and the heart of it finally was in peace. They had had children, they passed for crises, they had won great challenges and they had prospered joined for the love supported that them. But passing of the days, the routine, the monotony of always if making to the same involved them things as an invisible mantle and has led. Without they gave account, both had finished if accomodating, if collecting; still they were loved, if they respected, but they did not verbalizavam more, did not demonstrate more and the relationship if it became warm, something without favour, flavor. It still prepared its favourite meals, took care of of the things of it, if she worried about it. But it closed itself, did not see more necessity to demonstrate its affection, its affection, even so still he kneads it with all its forces and knew that it still was optimum gift that receives in all its life.

The children if had been, each one followed its way and had been only the two. The house was very quiet and great. Exactly thus, still it remained silence between the two. But it never complained. It never complained. One day, it had that to leave, they needed an angel in the sky and it was the only one that filled all the requirements. Now the house was much more of what empty: it was without life.

Seating in the old rocking chair, it suddenly he fell in itself and it perceived as it are fool, as he loses as much accomodated time being in its zone of comfort, in happy its mundinho. He did not obtain to remember the last time that had said it loved that it. Not if it remembered the last time that had said it was pretty and that its eyes illuminated its life as a lighthouse in the sea and that the smile of it made any sacrifice to be valid the penalty.

It thinks sufficiently. For the work and it seats in sanitary basin. Of crossed arms feint the ceiling. It continues thinking. It decides! It runs until the door of the room, locks the lock and it is lain down in the bed. Reflexiva, still low close clothes e, in an assayed ability, turn the condom for avesso introducing it in the vagina with the indicating finger. Thus she remains quiet per some minutes.

It waited overwhelmingly for this coincidence: to be in fertile period and to find a condom of the senator. Feeling itself carried through, for its service in the house and it goes even so. It communicates the boyfriend who is passing badly after uninterruptedly working for all the night and dawn. March. The year really starts in the Capital. For being one year electoral, the strategies for the lawsuit start to be planned by the senator, its team and the guests.

Names of politicians are launched and discarded at every moment. Dulce is surprise in knowing that the first pre-electoral agreements are born in environments as this. The quarrels always last for a long time. April is not different. The debates are so intense that the dawns if pass more quickly. The hours are insufficient for the agreements and the participants continuously leave the agenda of quarrels for the next one sixth. They always remember other names that must be convoked for the following quarrels. At this moment the amount of frequentadores of the house is well bigger. But, although the biggest number of men in the house, the contracted girls to liven up the meeting form grupinhos moved away from the quarrels. It is that in this period they less are requested. The men of politics and businesses are busier. May, the ameno climate of the Capital seems to differ from the climate of the house of the senator. The quarrels seem more heated. Even though the use of the rooms of the mansion is reduced. The orgia scenes already are not so common. Been silent it discloses for Dulce that in this period it saves contracting little girls. Dulce, when for one instant to serve, it contemplates the women in its pretty dresses, jumps, hair and jewels. I am not bothered with these girls of program.

The cook of the house comments, perceiving that It observes them to Dulce. If it does not worry, my good. It makes its work and it does not bind for them. Dulce continues contemplativa until receiving another tray and the indication to come back to the hall. Before leaving the kitchen it hears the conclusion of the colleague: I find that it is therefore that we use uniforms. Not to be confused with them. In contrast of the cook, Dulce does not disdain those women, and yes the envy. It knows differently that it could be one of them, of the too much women who work there in the kitchen and in the labor detail, that never will be confused with one of those girls and they will be never assediadas by one of those men. It has more than a uniform separating the employees of the house and the esculturais women contracted by Been silent and coveted for the friends of the senator. The sensation to be of the missed side, working in a less income-producing function in the house, leaves irritated Dulce with its boyfriend. It was not the fact to namorarem, it would be contracted for the other function.