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esponse, and she was perfectly right, because what I'd said was just for effect really, one of those<br />
essentially empty expressions that appear to be deep but have nothing inside. We were silent for about<br />
two minutes, she was looking at me reproachfully, as if I had made her a solemn promise which I had<br />
broken at the last moment. I didn't know where to put myself, I just wanted to say goodnight and leave, but<br />
that would have been both stupid and rude, a lack of consideration which the poor lady certainly didn't<br />
deserve, it's just not in my nature to do something like that, that's the way I was brought up, it's true I can't<br />
remember ever having gone to tea at someone's house when I was small, but it comes to the same thing. I<br />
was thinking that it would be best to take up her idea and begin searching again, only from the opposite<br />
direction this time, that is, from death into life, when she said, Take no notice, I get these ridiculous ideas<br />
now and then, when you're old and realise that time is running out, you start imagining that you have the<br />
cure for all the ills of the world in your hand, and get frustrated because no one pays you any attention,<br />
I've never had ideas like that, You will, in time, you're still very young, Me, young, I'm nearly fifty-one,<br />
You're in the prime of life, Don't make fun of me, You only become wise after seventy, and then it's no use<br />
to you anyway, not to you or anyone else. Since I still have a long way to go before I reach that age, I<br />
didn't know whether to agree or not, so I thought it best to say nothing. It was time I said goodbye, so I<br />
said, I won't trouble you any more, thank you for all your patience and kindness, and forgive me, it was<br />
that mad idea of mine that got me into this, it's all absolutely absurd, there you were, sitting contentedly in<br />
your home, and along I come with my lies, my deceitful stories, I blush to think of some of the questions I<br />
asked you, Contrary to what you've just said, I wasn't sitting here contentedly, I was lonely, being able to<br />
tell you some of the sad things that have happened in my life was like getting rid of a great weight, Well, if<br />
that's how you feel, then I'm glad, It is and I don't want you to leave without asking you something, Ask<br />
anything you like, as long as it's within my power to help, You're the only person who can help, what I<br />
have to ask you is very simple, come and see me now and then, when you remember or feel like visiting,<br />
even if it's not to talk about my goddaughter, Why I'd be delighted to come and visit you, <strong>The</strong>re'll always<br />
be a cup of coffee or tea waiting for you, That would be reason enough to come, but there are plenty of<br />
others, Thank you and, look, don't take any notice of that idea of mine, it's as mad as yours was, I'll think<br />
about it. I kissed her hand as I had on the first occasion, but then something unexpected happened, she kept<br />
hold of my hand and raised it to her lips. No woman had ever done that to me, I felt something like a<br />
shock in my soul, a tremor in my heart, and even now, now that it's morning, and many hours have passed,<br />
while I finish writing up the events of the day in my notebook, I look at my right hand and it seems<br />
different to me, although I can't quite say how, it must be an internal rather than an external matter. Senhor<br />
José stopped writing, put down his pen, put the unknown woman's school record cards carefully away in<br />
the notebook, he had, in fact, left them on top of the table, and went and hid them away again between the<br />
mattress and the base of the bed. <strong>The</strong>n he heated up the stew left over from lunch and sat down to eat.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was an almost absolute silence, you could scarcely hear the noise made by the few cars still out<br />
and about in the city. What you could hear most clearly was a muffled sound that rose and fell, like a<br />
distant bellows, but Senhor José was used to that, it was the Central Registry breathing. Senhor José went<br />
to bed, but he wasn't sleepy. He remembered the events of the day, the unpleasant surprise of seeing his<br />
boss go into the Central Registry out of hours, and his troubling conversation with the lady in the groundfloor<br />
apartment, which he had set down in his notebook, faithful as to the meaning, less so as regards<br />
form, which is both understandable and forgivable, since memory, which is very sensitive and hates to be<br />
found lacking, tends to fill in any gaps with its own spurious creations of reality, but more or less in line<br />
with the facts of which it has only a vague recollection, like what remains after the passing of a shadow. It<br />
seemed to Senhor José that he had still not reached a logical conclusion about what had happened, that he<br />
still had to make a decision, otherwise his last words to the lady in the ground-floor apartment, I'll think<br />
about it, would be no more than a vain promise, of the sort that is always cropping up in conversation and<br />
that no one expects will be kept. Senhor José was desperate to get to sleep when, suddenly, from unknown