The feminine soul 2

The feminine soul 2

In the heart of Santa Martha, lived Cotinha owner, a nearly century-old widow.

There were many years that his companion had died long and painful journey.

Like most women of her generation, was an owner Cotinha wife submissive and silent, enduring without complaint the aggression suffered betrayal and ill-disguised.

Her husband, Anésio, was a small farmer who had, among other defects, the habit of getting drunk every Saturday and Sunday, leaving Dona Cotinha alone at home, taking care of eight children.

The widow brought mourning, mourning for total body and soul, transported to the dress, black and invariably contained.

In the twenty years he was alone, his daily routine was a copy. The house to the grocery store or mass, where it could be found every day at dusk.

Gilberto, who owns his twenties, was a neighbor of Mrs. Cotinha. Young, like all young, playful and reckless.

Owner Cotinha had seen born and grow and, naively, noticed the handsome man who divined in the muscles and attractive smile of his son John Polino.

Gilberto, one day, with an eye on jabuticabas which were delicious, with supreme delight in the backyard of Mrs. Cotinha, excused the elderly widow in order to get the berries in the orchard.

Owner Cotinha, opening the door and the yard, gave a smile to which Gilberto, praised without malice.

For the first time in several years, Mrs. Cotinha blushed unconsciously, to receive the praise of the beautiful boy.

From that day, while there jabuticabas in the backyard, Gilberto went daily to the house the old woman.

And that had begun to show a substantial change in the habits and dress it in black, began performing multicolored. Even outside the red incorporated into the wardrobe.

Slowly, Gilbert began to populate the night the old lady, at first sporadically, but after almost daily.

The butts began to miss the most assiduous attendee of the church, the priest himself felt this lack.

No more picking jabuticaba, but not the presence of Gilberto; attracted to sweets and candies that began to attend Mrs. Cotinha table.

Gilberto was fruitful in praise of each week praising something until irresponsibly said Cotinha owner should have been a beautiful girl ...

That was the last straw, from that day, Mrs. Cotinha completely reborn, even risking a neck that allowed details of her breasts withered and fallen ...

The frequency of Gilberto in the house began to be repaired by others, especially family.

John Polino attitudes began to scold the boy, saying he wanted to find a girlfriend, who sought to someone your age ...

The answer came quickly. Gilberto, as if offended screeched:

'"-Father, you are offending me, I want nothing to do with that old, it smells musty, and now that switched to these low-cut blouses, is getting more ridiculous by showing those horrific muxibas.."

He had scarcely finished speaking, he heard a noise at the door of the house.

Owner Cotinha in his hand, a piece of bread he had done for Gilberto, and arrived in time to hear the conversation.

The stroke was fatal, barely had time to get to the Health Center of Ibitirama.