A girl who watched him work.
A girl who learned everything.
Her name was Benedita.
Joaquim looked at her.
“You knew my father?”
Benedita nodded.
“He bought some of my father’s tools.”
She hesitated.
“Your father told him something.”
“What?”
“He said one day, people would pay fortunes for the things my father knew.”
Joaquim looked at the burning warehouse.
Then at Benedita.
He finally understood.
The seven cents had never bought him a useless woman.
They had brought into his life someone who had been denied the chance to become what she was capable of becoming.
