“Tião, for God’s sake, I can’t take it anymore. It’s too big, it’s too thick, you’re going to tear me in half.”
“Tião, for God’s sake, I can’t take it anymore. It’s too big, it’s too thick, you’re going to tear me in half.” Maria Rosa’s scream cut through the funereal silence of the early morning, a silence heavy with despair that made the pantry walls vibrate. “Yes, you can handle it, Rosa. Stop being so dramatic, you knew very well what you were getting yourself into.” Tião’s voice emerged like a low thunderclap, firm and without a hint of hesitation. “You spent months circling me, teasing me with those looks and that attitude of yours, like you own the world. Now that the moment has arrived, you will face the consequences until the end.” “I beg you, Tião, to stop. I feel like it doesn’t fit. It hurts just to touch it. Please try somewhere else. Or wait, let me get the butter from the kitchen. We use it to make it easier to slide without hurting so much.” “There’s no butter, there’s nowhere else to go, and there’s no waiting,” retorted the giant. And the sound of something heavy hitting...
