Chapter 68

When Neguinho left me at Solange's house, I even thought about asking the reason, but having my door wide open by Picasso, and looking that he threw at my clothes, it was enough answer. The owner of the favela took me out of the car and thanked the security guard for taking me there, showing that he had not asked for that to be done. I followed him around the house like a robot. The family Pitbull was barking and going down the stairs, but stopped when she smelled me and shrank when she ran back to the house.

At every step I took, and when the raindrops accumulated on my clothes, a trail of blood stood along the way. Picasso did not bother to warn me about the perfectly clean floor of his mother's house, and guided me to the bathroom. He said he would give me privacy, but that I could call for whatever the reason. He asked me to use the towel hanging against the bathroom shower and closed the door.

I took off my clothes, still aware of how much I was dirtying t