They’d marry, they’d see one another minute by minute and may she be worse than he. And strong, to teach him not to be afraid. Not even the fear of not loving . . . He wanted her not so he could make his life with her, but so she could allow him to live. To live above himself, above his past, above the small vile acts he had cowardly committed and to which he cowardly remained attached. Otávio thought that by Joana’s side he could continue sinning.
