The Things Leonardo Did in Five Years
He didn't sleep the Saturday night after Belém.
He lay on his back in the penthouse and looked at the ceiling — the same ceiling, a different version of the same night, though the rain was absent this time and the city below was quieter and there was no one there but him — and he thought about a boy on a climbing frame with no fear of falling.
He got up at four and went to his desk and didn't work, just sat there. Which was unusual. Leonardo Vasconcelos had not sat at a desk doing nothing since he was approximately fifteen years old.
He thought about the rock.
The boy had shown him a rock. Had held it out on a small palm with the seriousness of a curator, explaining its provenance — the train platform in Porto, the specific patch of ground near th
