Regina closes the apartment door, radiant. She could even jump for so much joy that invaded her chest. Her plan was working. He could even see himself strolling through Ibirapuera Park once again. She was so involved in her thoughts that she could not notice the presence of her son Marcelo, who had just entered the room adjusting his jacket.

— What are you up to,  Regina? - Asks Marcelo arching his eyebrow.

—Oh what a fright, boy! - Cries Regina turning towards her son. She stares at him, angry as she says: — Is that any way to talk to her mother?

— It’s very obvious from his face...