But I’ve never known what to do with the people and the things I like, sometimes they weigh me down, ever since I was a girl. Maybe if I really liked him with my body . . . Maybe I’d care more . . .” These are confidences, good God. Now I’m going to say: “Otávio runs from me because I don’t bring anyone peace, I am always the same millstone to others, I make them say: I was blind, it wasn’t peace that I had, and now I want it.”
