The first time he kissed her it was a Tuesday.
She would note that afterward — the Tuesday of it, which should have been unremarkable and wasn't.
Her mother had taken Daniel to Porto for a long weekend, which was a thing that had started happening with the reliability of a good thing — Daniel's grandmothers taking turns, the Porto visits and the Lapa visits and the occasional Saturday where Helena collected Daniel and returned him three hours later with a tin of sweets and the report that he was a Vasconcelos to his bones, which she meant as the highest possible compliment.
She'd been at the Intendente flat alone for two evenings, which was unusual enough to feel strange. Not bad strange — just the specific quality of a space that was normally full and wasn't. She'd worked on her nursin
