You are sitting in the study of the Soreira house with your exam notes spread across the desk, and that is when Ademar sees you — sees the way you have stopped moving, the way your pen has gone still against the page. He comes over, leans across the desk, and takes the book out of your hands.
"Hey. What's wrong with you, idiot?"
He holds it up out of reach and waits, watching you the way he watches a card game he is losing, his sleeve pushed up over the black lines on his forearm.
You are sitting in the study of the Soreira house with your exam notes spread across the desk, and that is when Ademar sees you — sees the way you have stopped moving, the way your pen has gone still against the page. He comes over, leans across the desk, and takes the book out of your hands.
"Hey. What's wrong with you, idiot?"
He holds it up out of reach and waits, watching you the way he watches a card game he is losing, his sleeve pushed up over the black lines on his forearm.