CHAPTER 51

Months later...

One morning, despite the effect of a strong hangover, he, moved by the conscience that constantly disturbs him, decides to visit the dimension where his wife lives.

The plan is simple: Confess to mistakes; explain why, justifying them; ask for forgiveness; swear not to commit them again and, finally, suggest reasonable conditions within what you have the right to as a husband.

“I haven't been the same since the last funeral...

And I don't know how to explain what I've become in the last few months...” he begins, interrupting his wife's morning ritual, in a high tone and slowly lowering his voice until the last syllable.

After a few seconds of looking at the huge man, barefoot and shirtless, with disheveled hair, unshaven, reddish and slightly wrinkled face, tired and deep-set eyes. The odor of the sweat combined with the breath resembled that of a fermentation barrel, from one of the cachaçarias owned by the couple.

“No wonder the exact day... that we stopped sitting t