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december 29
CALL ME DANIEL, I was telling the american girls. Mateus met them this
morning and asked me to pull up, thinking I needed a rebound after his cousin
dumped me. So the four of us were out here chilling under the hard sun, the sun
mean like it was trying to scorch us into order. The turista girls shining pretty,
soaked in the day’s slow progress. Our kiosk watched by the bronze frozen gaze
of Princesa Isabel, the statue the police were all posted under, cradling their
machine guns like gifts for the people. Sweeping the beach with their military
stare. But how could you sweat that? With the pigeons all plump, plopped weary
on the calçadão cobblestones, with those malandra vultures circling their black
spirals in the sky, with the kiosk cover band batucando nice?
Copacabana was bustling!
The muvuca all crowded around to hear the band go into País Tropical.
Eu moro! num país tropical!
And I couldn’t help but think of my Leticia. Who wasn’t mine anymore.
Because she dumped me yesterday. For cheating. Or not listening. Or something.
Anyway, I asked the girls where they were from.
Rachel, who had ferocious green eyes and was smiling at me in a way I could
get behind, said, We’re from Pittsburgh, we go to college around there.
Her sister Olivia said, No we’re not. We’re from like forty minutes outside of
Pittsburgh.
I said Pittsburgh so he would have an idea! You can’t expect him to know our
geography.
But don’t lie to him!
My geography is pretty good. I lived in the States. That’s why my english is so
much better than Mateus’s.
Vai se fuder porra!
Rachel said, What were you doing there?
Living with my dad.
What happened?
He died so I had to leave.
Oh my god, Olivia said, I’m sorry.
It’s ok.
Rachel said, Our mom died too. Well, not too, but. She died eight years ago.
Of what?
Cancer. How bout yours?
She seemed breezy enough with death, so I said, Guess.
Suicide?
I started cracking up, Jesus!
You told me to guess!
It was a car wreck, so close, I guess.
We both started laughing. I took a long drink from the beer in front of me.
We were strangers who just hit a nice laugh. I had to temper this moment so her
high fun expectations wouldn’t crash on me later.
Olivia asked Mateus, How did you and Daniel meet?
Futebol, we played juntos over there by the Palace. He pointed out into the
distance. Daniel was so bad. Pernas de pau we say here, wooden legs.
I ipped him o and said, Fuck you, in his accent.
We moved here mermo tempo.
Same time. Summer 2006. We were both a little out of place here, so we
bonded quick.
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