Elize
When she finally left the house, I turned to Alemão.
"What was that, Alemão?" He ran a hand over his face, irritated, and took a deep breath.
"That girl..." He began, still trying to process. "I was sleeping. She came in here, touched me. I thought it was you, Elize. I thought... Damn it, when I realized it wasn't you, I jumped out of bed."
"She said she wanted to wash her face, so I let her in. The others had already left, and I didn't want to be rude. But she's only fifteen..." I said, leaving the room still somewhat dazed. I didn't expect that. I really didn't.
Alemão came after me, holding my arm. His face was tense, his eyes fixed on me.
"Elize, for God's sake, don't think I encouraged anything, damn it!" He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "The girl is almost a ch
