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“Do you think I should take a test?” Rafaella narrows her eyes in a guilty grimace.

“Perhaps?”

“That's what you wanted to suggest from the beginning, wasn't it?”

“Of course!”

“Rafaella!”

“What? I'm sorry, but your lack of concern is very strange! Very strange indeed! I, in your place, would be peeing on a stick three times a day.”

“How much would I win if I bet fifty euros that your bag has at least one of those sticks brought especially for me, Rafaella?”

“Fifty euros.”

“Globo[77] is losing you!”

“What?” she asks with confusion on her face, and I laugh, despite the nervousness that my friend's doubts spread throughout my nerves.

“t's a popular Brazilian expression. It means you are an excellent actress.” Rafaella smiles, and her eyes light up.

“Thank you very much.” I open my mouth to explain, but I feel sorry to tell her that I didn't mean it in a good way, so I let her believe it was a compliment.

“How many tests did you buy me, Rafaella?”

“Five.”

“Five?!” The question comes out in an exclamation.

“For today. I brought another ten for you to keep.”

“Are you sure you don't want me to get pregnant? Because it almost looks like you do with all this.”

“You're not going to convince me that I'm being crazy, Gabriella. It's you who's being careless.” I shake my head, denying it, because she is definitely being crazy.

“Can I at least finish my lunch?”

“Do you see? Totally careless!” she accuses.

***

“I don't know why I'm nervous, I'm not pregnant,” I say, looking up from the five sticks lined up on the bathroom sink and fixing them on Rafaella's worried face. “How long?”

“One minute.”

“Ok. Distract me!”

“I think you should adopt a Chanel cut.”

“Not a chance!”

“Why does the Don like your hair long?” Because I like it when Vittorio wraps them around his fist and pulls them, but that's not the answer I give.

“You're particularly irritating today, Rafaella.” I narrow my eyes. “What did the underboss do?” I question because my friend's worst moods always have something to do with Tizziano.

Last week, she was furious because she heard one of the housekeepers whisper to the other that she had received a pair of earrings as a gift from the underboss.

“Nothing!” she responds too quickly, and that's enough for me to know that something has definitely happened.

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