“I’ve already sold the land. You have three days to leave.” Dona Conceição pressed the cell phone to her ear. Her lifeless eyes hadn’t cried in years, but her hands were trembling.

He’ll call… when he remembers me, he’ll call.”

Amparo said nothing.

Outside, men were already walking across the land Dona Conceição had watered for twenty years with cheap soap and other people’s clothes.

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