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why was she unhappy, asked Senhor José, I don't know, she was sad even as a little girl, I used to ask her<br />
what was wrong and she would always say the same thing, I'm fine, Mom, So the cause of the suicide<br />
wasn't her divorce, On the contrary, the only time I saw my daughter happy was when she separated from<br />
her husband, <strong>The</strong>y didn't get on well, then, <strong>The</strong>y didn't get on well or badly really, it was just a rather<br />
average marriage, Who asked for the divorce, She did, Was there some concrete reason, Not that we<br />
know of, no, it was as if they'd both reached the end of the road, What's he like, Fairly ordinary, a decent<br />
man, he never gave us any reason for complaint, And he loved her, Yes, I think so, And what about her,<br />
did she love him, Yes, she did, I believe, And despite that they weren't happy, <strong>The</strong>y never were, How<br />
strange, Life is strange, said the man. <strong>The</strong>re was a silence, the woman got up and went out. Senhor José<br />
stopped, he didn't know whether it would be better to wait for her to return or to continue the<br />
conversation. He was afraid that the interruption might have set the interrogation on the wrong track, you<br />
could almost feel the tension in the room. Senhor José wondered if the man's words, Life is strange, were<br />
not an echo of his former relationship with the lady in the ground-floor apartment and if his wife's sudden<br />
exit were not the reply of someone who, at that moment, could give no other. Senhor José picked up the<br />
glass, drank a little water to gain time, then asked a random question, Did your daughter work, Yes, she<br />
taught mathematics, Where, In the same school where she studied before going to university. Senhor José<br />
again picked up the glass, almost dropping it in his haste, he stammered ridiculously, S-s-sorry, and<br />
suddenly his voice failed him, while Senhor José drank, the man was looking at him with an expression of<br />
scornful curiosity, it seemed to him that the Central Registry was pretty ill served by its staff, at least<br />
judging by this example, there was no point turning up armed with a letter of authority like that and then<br />
behaving like an imbecile. <strong>The</strong> woman came in at the point where her husband was asking ironically,<br />
Would you like me to give you the name of the school, it might be of some use to you for the success of<br />
your mission, That would be most kind of you. <strong>The</strong> man bent over the desk, wrote down the name and<br />
address of the school on a piece of paper and handed it brusquely to Senhor José, but the man who was<br />
sitting before him now was not the same man of a few moments ago, Senhor José had regained sufficent<br />
control of himself to remember that he knew a secret about this family, an old secret that neither of them<br />
could possibly imagine he knew. This thought lay behind his next question, Do you know if your daughter<br />
kept a diary, I don't think so, at least we didn't find anything like that, said the mother, But there must be<br />
papers, notes, jottings, there always are, if you could perhaps give me permission to glance over them, I<br />
might find something of interest, We haven't removed anything from her apartment yet, said the father, and<br />
I've no idea when we'll get around to it, Your daughter's apartment was rented, No, she owned it, I see.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a pause, Senhor José slowly unfolded the letter of authority, he looked at it from top to bottom<br />
as if he were checking to see if there were any powers he had left undeployed, then he said, Would you<br />
allow me to go to the apartment, in your presence, of course, No, the reply was sharp, cutting, My letter of<br />
authority, began Senhor José, Your letter of authority will have to make do for now with the information<br />
you've got, said the man, adding, We can, if you like, continue our conversation tomorrow at the Central<br />
Registry, now, if you'll forgive me, I have other matters to resolve, <strong>The</strong>re's no need to go to the Central<br />
Registry, what you've told me about the situation before the suicide seems quite adequate, said Senhor<br />
José, but I still have three questions to ask, Go on, How did your daughter die, She took an overdose of<br />
sleeping tablets, Was she alone in the house, Yes, And have you already arranged for a gravestone, We're<br />
dealing with that now, why do you ask, Oh nothing, just simple curiosity. Senhor José stood up. I'll show<br />
you out, said the woman. When they reached the corridor, she raised a finger to her lips and indicated to<br />
him to wait. She noiselessly removed a small bunch of keys from the drawer of a small table placed<br />
against the wall. <strong>The</strong>n, as she was opening the door, she pressed them into Senhor José's hand. <strong>The</strong>y're<br />
hers, she whispered, one of these days I'll stop by the Central Registry to pick them up, and coming closer<br />
still, almost in a whisper, she told him the address.