Chapter 12

"But that was not the value we agreed, Mari," said the owner of the bar, Mrs. Solange, with whom Mariana had been talking through her elbows from the moment we stepped on the bar. The security guards of the owner of the favela were still lurking over their shoulders, wanting to understand if we were a threat or simple women with differentiated services to the owner of the exclusive bar. Those sitting at the table didn't even pay attention to us, with the exception of a brunette who I had the impression of being the Neguinho mentioned by Mariana earlier. I looked away when he stared at me. "I can't sell a cheap product if my s****r sells me so expensive. Can you talk to Telma for me? I don't get so much to be able to buy something that not all my customers will like to consume.

So I began to reflect that maybe during the day, the bar would be open to everyone, and that at night it would be exclusive to Picasso and his class. So the police could very well set an ambush there. I