Mrs. Chaves stood with her arms crossed, her apron stained from the kitchen. She was exhausted from witnessing her daughter’s constant tantrums. She often worried that, sooner or later, Pamela would either collapse from an epileptic seizure or suffer a heart attack from such intense nerves.
“Don’t worry, Mom,” Pamela said, trying to mask her agitation. “It’s just a boring kid from school pestering me.”
“That’s how your father used to ‘pester’ me,” Mrs. Chaves replied sternly. “And before I knew it, I was naked in his bed, pregnant with your sister.”
“MOM!” Pamela shrieked. The mere mental image of being in that position with Fabrício made her shiver with a cold, sickly sweat. “Stop talking nonsense!”
“Then tell me: who is this boy? Your father mentioned someone keeps calling. Your sist
