I loved the childhood

bility. And he told me he's looking for a woman to start a family

that remained there from the long winter we had the year before. So long and so hard... — You should have the painting removed. Arlete's voice, behind me, made me raise my eyebrows. What would my grandfather say, seeing the grandson he raised with so much care, suffering for a woman who didn't want him? — She is the children's mother. The painting should bring some comfort. I didn't turn to Arlete, but I know she moved her reproachful face, in a negative balance. I was right, of course. I should have the painting removed, just as I should forget about my marriage, which is already over. We have already signed the divorce. I didn't want to, but I signed without complaining. Because my love for Analy was so great that I accepted losing her just to see her happy. — It's already off to a bad start, boy. He should never have fallen in love with a foreigner. Even more Castilian. The “Castilian” was pejorative. Analy was not from Castile, Spain. I understood that Arlete's tone was almost mocking because of her Argentine origin. My former nanny - and now housekeeper - never liked Analy. She told me that my ex-wife was an adventurer. It wasn't a lie, Analy wanted to experience everything she could, experience all the sensations, she didn't seem to understand that life by my side would require calm and rectitude. I hear footsteps and see Samuel entering the huge room that was decorated in the same way over a hundred years ago. — Bernardo called — quoted the manager of one of my companies. — He asked if you would like to have dinner with him to discuss some contracts. I agree. — Please tell him to meet me at the usual restaurant. Samuel then walked away. My butler was always discreet and direct. I turn my face to Arlete, and I see a little joy in her. — It's good to go out with your friend, my son — she said. — It'll be good to breathe some fresh air and... — It'll just be dinner, Arlete. — You need to stop feeling guilty, Tavinho — she called me what she called me when I was five years old. — You are a good man an