Adriana Tanese Nogueira
Considering that she had survived a long interrogation at the DOPS, Rachel felt relieved. She could go back to live in her house, in Alameda Lorena, without having to escape from anyone. And, by the way, there were no more policemen watching her residence.
Have they given up? Rachel wondered, drawing aside one more time the window’s curtain to check. The sidewalk was empty. A few automobiles drove on the street. She went back to the table.
“Hurray! Nobody’s outside!” She rejoiced as she sat down.
“Finally!” Replied Dona Lourdes, sipping coffee with milk. “And what about Toninho? When is he going to show up? Do you know anything about him, my daughter?”
“No, Mom. I have no clue of where he might be. The organization should take care of him. He’ll send news, don’t worry. Toninho is not a fool.”
“I hope he’s fine, I’m very concerned.” Dona Lourdes sighed. “And Osni, where is he?”
“I also don’t know, Mom. But his only threat is to get punched in the face for dating someone’s girlfriend.”
Dona Lourdes giggled, “All the tissues hardened by sperm I cleaned up coming back home! He’s such a playboy! A handsome playboy, I must say…”
“But he’ll show up soon,” cut Rachel, more practically, “he’ll be hungry. Mom, changing subject, next week is Carnival. The DOPS said that we had to be available here in São Paulo, however the only worthy Carnival is at the Araçatuba Club, and with my friends.”
“You are right, I also want to go to Araçatuba.”
“And I guess Osni will want the same,” said Rachel, pensive. “Do you know what?” She added after a moment, “I’ll go back to the DOPS and ask them permission to leave town during Carnival.”
“Well thought, my daughter.” Smiled Dona Lourdes, “Go there. They shouldn’t create objections. They’ll know where you go and when you return.”
“Right. It won’t be hard to get the authorization.”
In fact, without questioning, the DOPS gave permission to Rachel and Osni to leave São Paulo on the Saturday of Carnaval to return on Ash Wednesday. Satisfied with the sensibleness demonstrated by the policemen, the family loaded their new minivan with luggage, dog and the maid and drove six hours to reach Araçatuba, the town that contained in itself their best memories.
The four nights of partying exhausted the two siblings.
“I can’t wait to stretch myself on my bed and stay there until tomorrow,” said Osni, on the stirring wheel, yawning.
Everybody was eager to reach home and have a good long night sleeping. When the two-story town house in Alameda Lorena was at sight, they straighten up, ready to be home and get to their beds.
Dona Lourdes inserted the key in the keyhole.
“Oh, my God!” She exclaimed, watching the door opening by itself.
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