CHAPTER 45

The next morning...

“Hello Tobias! Did the mayor’s consignment of books arrive?” asks the Indian, his driver, when passing by the post office to check the mailbox packages.

“Good, Tauã!” responds the employee who was smoking, standing in one of the corners of the post office sidewalk and adds, “no, friend. We learned that there was a problem with the plane and all the cargo was permanently damaged…” he explains.

“So, what does this situation look like? What do I tell him about the expensive books that are supposed to come from Europe? They are all in his language and there are none here...” he asks and laments.

“Suppliers will have to replenish orders, in your case, and... they will arrive with a certain delay.”

"I understood. Thank you, friend." The driver says goodbye. But he is soon called by the employee, “when is the wedding going to be!?

My wife was going to ask her fiancée, but she never saw her again... She's been missing since she stopped teaching at the school nearby....”

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