Melissa turns on the radio and the song "I'll Never Be Maria Magdalena" by Sandra fills the living room to lighten her spirits.

Flávia is on the balcony dusting off the reclining chairs that Melissa uses to watch the sunset. Hearing the music, she grinds her teeth.

Didn't the ladies bother with a piece of more poppy and upbeat music? Why Elza and Elisa don't complain about non-erudite music now? Or was the problem not the music itself, but the maid who couldn't have fun?

Inside the living room, the ladies comment cruelly on everything that is going on.

"So, dear daughter-in-law, has Josias already made up his mind about...