Beira-Mar Page #3

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Tomaz.

- Really?

- Really.

Okay, then.

Enjoy it.

- Aren't you cold?

- Never mind.

Dude, come here a sec.

- Do you have condoms?

- Yeah. Hold on.

Okay, thanks.

Here.

I'm too drunk for all of these.

Take these back.

Come here.

Thanks.

Go and f***.

Another?

No, enough.

I drank too much already.

- Already?

- So have you. You're spilling it all.

Take it easy.

I'm cool.

I can see that.

Do you guys come

to the beach often?

Last time I was here

was ten years ago.

Wow.

- You have to come more often.

- Sure.

- But come during summer. Much better.

- Okay.

It's hard to enjoy the beach

and meet people in the winter.

Yeah, but that's not

the reason why we came.

We only came because Martin

had to take care of some stuff.

- Work stuff?

- No, family business. I'm not sure.

But I'm glad you two came.

Yeah, I'm not so sure.

I shouldn't even be here.

I should be in

Porto Alegre right now.

- For what?

- For a wedding.

- Really? I love weddings.

- Yeah, it's my cousin's wedding.

She's my closest cousin, so my

mom got pissed that I came.

But whatever.

Weddings are the best.

Really.

- She was right to be mad at you.

- Yeah, maybe.

But I had to come.

It's nice that you want to

solve other people's problems.

Really nice.

Yeah. He's my friend, right?

Take off your pants.

Let me help you.

You can handle it from

now on. I'll get you a towel.

- Take good care of your friend.

- I always do.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hey man, wake up.

C'mon, Tomaz.

Get up.

Tomaz!

- Can't remember much of last night.

- It was really fun.

Get up and take

a look at the mirror.

Oh, damn!

- Dude, wait here. I'm going in.

- Are you sure?

- I am.

- I'll be here.

Martin.

Give me a hand.

Hold this for me.

- Here?

- Yeah, over there.

- Where are you staying?

- At my father's house.

The house by the shore?

I helped to build that house.

You had a dog. What was

his name? A yellow dog.

- Duque?

- Duque. How is he?

He's dead already.

Three or four years ago.

That dog was beautiful.

How was grandpa?

- In his final days?

- Bad.

He had been sick

for quite a while, you know.

We were preparing ourselves

for what was coming.

I'm truly sorry, man.

- What?

- And Mrs. Marisa?

How is she dealing?

Hanging on, you know?

She's hanging on

as best as she can.

Excuse me.

May I join you?

You still want

that paper, right?

And you don't even

know why you're here.

No.

I haven't seen your

father in almost ten years.

Yeah, I don't have many

memories of you either.

You have grown a lot.

- Tell your father to call me.

- I told him.

Rosa.

Here it is.

I should've come

here more often.

You're a grandson.

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