Dona Margarida’s house was three blocks away. Clara pounded on the door until the old woman opened it, took one look at her, and pulled her inside without a word. She wrapped Clara in a blanket and dialed a number Clara didn't recognize.
"I was a teenager, Rodrigo. It meant nothing." Filme Ninguem e De Ninguem
The first three months were a dream. Rodrigo called her ten times a day just to hear her voice. He left roses on her pillow, wrote her name on fogged-up bathroom mirrors, and deleted any male friend who "liked" her Instagram photos. Clara found it flattering. He cares, she thought. He’s just intense because he loves me. Dona Margarida’s house was three blocks away