Elize
I was sitting in the living room, looking at the television, but not really paying attention to anything. The low sound of the program went unnoticed because my mind was elsewhere. I tried to organize my thoughts, but I couldn't. I didn't know where he was, and I didn't have the courage to open the door to look outside. The place still scared me, even after meeting Isabel, Duda, and the other women. They were welcoming, it's true, I had loved meeting them, but the slum itself still left me unsure of how to behave. I stayed there.
When the door opened, I looked... Alemão entered carrying a bunch of things in his arms: three duvets — one white, one pink, and one green —, two pillows still wrapped, and some more quilts. He placed everything on the sofa next to me, without saying anyth
