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The right answer is no, but I’m actually pretty good at failing tests.
“Yes.”
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“What will you be when you grow up?” Isabella asks me after exactly five minutes of silence, I told her.
“I want to be a superhero!What about you?What do you want to be when you grow up?” The child laughs as if I had told her a very funny joke.
“You’re a grown up, you silly!You can’t grow anymore! I was kidding” she explains and laughs again.
“Your articulation is enviable...” I comment more to myself about something that really impressed me in the last few days, and when I look at Antonella, the proud smile on her face could light up an entire city.
“Right? She has always been like this! These days I watched a video of a little girl who must be about two years old speaking words likeonomatopoeiaperfectly, Bella was exactly the same.And the more she grows, the better she gets.”
“Mommy, what’s articulation?” It’s my turn to laugh.
“It’s the way we speak, my love.” The child’s small forehead gets a wrinkle as she processes the response her mother gave her.
“What way, mom? This way?”
“Exactly! Now let’s eat?”
“Yes!” he replies, looking really excited at the prospect. She takes a Minnie spoon that I notice to be a set with the plastic plate, and, in her own way, brings it to her mouth, “Uhmm... yummy!” she praises, and Antonella nods, agreeing.
“Very well! Go ahead, eat everything to get dessert!”
“Lemon jelly?”
“Lemon jelly!”
“Yaaay!” she celebrates, and her eyes turn to me. “Why are you smiling?” the child asks, pointing me to something I was barely aware of.
“I just remembered something funny...”
“You have to eat, or Mommy won’t let you eat lemon jelly,” she explains to me, looking genuinely worried that I won’t get dessert, and I laugh.
“Alright, Isabella, we can’t stay without the lemon jelly, right?” I take a fork of that potato pie to my mouth and end up exclaiming with pleasure as the flavor spreads across my tongue.
Antonella gives me a little wink, satisfied, and I rehearse a little bow, realizing that she and her daughter are more visible than ever, and yet this is one of the moments when I think everything is very easy.
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“How’s married life treating you?” It is the greeting I receive as soon as I enter João Pedro’s room the morning after dinner with Antonella and Isabella.
“You really have become a fucking gossip girl, haven’t you?” I reply, in a bad mood, not knowing why.
“No, but seeing you eating your words is really one of the things that has made my days so happy!”
“What? Doesn’t your married life treat you so well anymore, João Pedro?Now you need me to make your happiness complete?No thank you!But I’m really not interested in being part of a throuple.” João Pedro laughs.
“Are you cranky? What´s this?Repressed horniness?You know what would solve it?An actual marriage…”
“Fuck off, João Pedro! I don’t need to have a wife to fuck!”
“Then why do I get the impression that you’re suffering from blue balls?” the son of a bitch asks with a huge smile on his face, and that’s because he doesn’t even know half of it... Damn… If he did, I would never have peace again.
“Because it hasn’t even been a fucking week since my fiancée moved into my house and even I know it would be too much to sleep out or arrive at dawn, and since the fucking job doesn’t give me a second of peace, my balls are turning purple.” I throw myself in the chair facing his table. “That’s it, I became what I feared most, a João Pedro 2.0.” His eyes narrow at me.
