Alejandro Juron shuffled even closer to the water. He looked at it for a long time, his arms dangling next to his body. Eventually, his shoulders lost their tension. Juron closed his eyes. “Make me whole again,” he whispered.
“Alejandro!” shouted João, running towards the river. “Don’t jump! Cristóbal has found a room for you. Everything will be fine again!”
Juron slowly turned around. “João,” he said with as much dignity as possible. “Can a person in this grubby country never be blissfully alone anymore?”
René Lafarge switched off the engine of his car. “I have to speak to you.” The priest left his hands on the wheel and looked at the facade of Beatriz’ house.
“So formal, René?” Beatriz laughed but felt uncomfortable.
“Yes, so formal.”
Once inside, she suggested they sit on the pati
