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<strong>The</strong> concierge hadn't come and asked him where he had sprung from, the building is silent, it seems<br />
uninhabited. It was this silence that provoked an idea, the most daring he had ever had, What if I were to<br />
stay here tonight, what if I were to sleep in her bed, no one would ever know. Tell Senhor José that<br />
nothing could be easier, he just has to go up in the lift again, go into the apartment, take off his shoes,<br />
maybe another wrong number will ring, if they do, then you'll have the pleasure of hearing again the grave,<br />
veiled voice of the mathematics teacher, I'm not at home, she'll say, and if, during the night, lying in her<br />
bed, some pleasant dream excites your old body, as you know, the remedy is to hand, but you'll have to be<br />
careful not to mess up the sheets. <strong>The</strong>se are sarcasms and vulgarities that Senhor José does not deserve,<br />
his daring idea, rather more romantic than daring, goes just as it came, and he is no longer inside the<br />
building, but outside, what helped him to leave, apparendy, was the painful memory of his old, darned<br />
socks and his bony, white shins with their sparse hairs. Nothing in the world makes any sense, murmured<br />
Senhor José, and set off for the road where the lady in the ground-floor apartment lives. <strong>The</strong> afternoon is<br />
at an end, the Central Registry will already have closed, the clerk does not have many hours in which to<br />
invent an excuse to justify having missed a whole day's work Everyone knows he has no family that would<br />
require him to rush to them in an emergency, and even if he did, there can be no excuse in his case, living<br />
as he does right next to the Central Registry, all he had to do was go in and stand at the door and say, I'll<br />
be back tomorrow, one of my cousins is dying. Senhor José decides he's ready for anything, that they can<br />
dismiss him if they want, expel him from the civil service, perhaps the shepherd needs an assistant to help<br />
him change the numbers on the graves, especially if he's considering widening his field of activity, there's<br />
really no reason why he should limit himself to the suicides, the dead are all equal, what you can do to<br />
some you can do to all, jumble them up, confuse them, it doesn't matter, the world doesn't make sense<br />
anyway.<br />
When Senhor José knocked at the door of the lady in the ground-floor apartment he was thinking only<br />
of the cup of tea he would have. He rang once, twice, but no one answered. Perplexed, worried, he rang<br />
the doorbell of the apartment opposite. A woman appeared who asked him sharply, What do you want, No<br />
one's answering across the way, So what, Has anything happened to her, do you know, What do you mean,<br />
An accident, an illness, for example, It's possible, an ambulance came to get her, And when was that,<br />
Three days ago, And you've heard nothing since, do you happen to know where she is, No, I don't, now if<br />
you'll excuse me. <strong>The</strong> woman slammed the door, leaving Senhor José in the dark. Tomorrow I'll have to<br />
go to all the hospitals, he thought. He felt exhausted, he had spent all day walking from one place to<br />
another, bombarded by emotions all day, and now this shock on top of everything else. He left the building<br />
and stood on the sidewalk wondering if he should do something more, go and ask one of the other tenants,<br />
they couldn't all be as unpleasant as the woman opposite, Senhor José went back into the building, went<br />
up the stairs to the second floor and rang at the door of the mother with the child and the jealous husband,<br />
who by now would be back from work, not that it matters, Senhor José is only going to ask if they know<br />
anything about the lady in the ground-floor apartment. <strong>The</strong> stair light is on. <strong>The</strong> door opens, the woman<br />
isn't carrying her baby and doesn't recognise Senhor José, Can I help you, she asks, I'm sorry to trouble<br />
you, I came to visit the lady in the ground-floor apartment, but she's not there and the woman opposite told<br />
me that an ambulance took her away three days ago, Yes, that's right, You don't happen to know where she<br />
is, do you, in which hospital, or if she's with some member of her family. Before the woman had time to<br />
reply, a male voice asked from inside, What is it, she turned her head, It's someone asking about the lady<br />
in the ground-floor apartment, then she looked at Senhor José and said, No, we don't know anything.<br />
Senhor José lowered his voice and asked, Don't you recognise me, she hesitated, Oh, yes, I do now, she<br />
said in a whisper and slowly closed the door.<br />
Out in the street, Senhor José hailed a taxi, Take me to the Central Registry, he said distractedly to the<br />
driver. He would have preferred to walk, in order to save what little money he had and to end the day as<br />
he had begun it, but weariness would not allow him to take another step. Or so he thought. When the