There, it was not the son of the mayor, but only the namorada one of the commission agent. Except, surprised it at the question: _ Alberto, I can seem bobinha, burrinha, mimada, but I have my moments of reflection and wanted to ask a thing to it _ Diz! If I will be able to answer _ If those men are in the hospital, are sick. If that one requires many cares is because it is serious. Alberto, what it was that happened? It was shot? Without thinking, the youngster felt that he could not lie and said: _ We were attacked and the Clement one was reached, but it is it are of danger! _ And who were that it shot in the other? It asked, of surprise. _ But what it interests this, Maristela? Why it wants to know? _ To Some says me thing that you were who you shot! Soon you, who I loved since garotinho, for the ternura and affection that has given! It relieved, with one soluo and two thick tears draining for the face. The youngster tried to console and hugged it, kissing tenderly, also with a knot pressing the throat: _ Calm, filhinha! He is for little time and will be all behind the gratings! _ But you do not understand that little imports me who is or what they want? You do not understand that she interests only me that you are far from this everything? It noticed the tip of possessive egoism and softly he started to explain that it was not alone who was at the mercy of of the group. That its parents and all that if crossed in the way could suffer destination the same. In a desperation gesture, the young woman spoke: _ But you do not understand? I do not want that nothing of badly he happens to it! _ And its father? my father? You do not import yourself, Maristela? _ I import myself, yes, but are not as to lose you! I love excessively my father, but with you he is different.