He stopped, frightened:
– What is it my God?
He looked very slowly at the packet of many notes lying on his desk.
It was not possible to know whether it is money, because it was wrapped. But he deduced that were money because the package was in the form of much larger bills, huddled together.
Take it or not?
If it caught and it was a trap? Probably someone wanted to incriminate him with something and took advantage of the occasion.
And if I was wrong? And if it was a simple refund of any money he lent to someone in the past?
Indecision became stronger.
He was almost giving up to get him, when suddenly, impulsively made an animal jumping over the prey, he jumped on the package and took it.
The impact of his leap was so strong that dragged the table a few centimeters forward. It wavered enough for a few seconds, down a porcelain vase that was next to the package.
Only the package did not fall. The package was in his hands. Oh, precious package!
He stopped for a moment as he heard the tinkling of blue porcelain, turning into hundreds of pieces.
Behold, out of a room a tall, blond, with the face of someone who has cared for several children, flaming look, visibly strong anger:
– Bastard! You broke my pitcher!
– Calm?! – You’re telling me to be calm? – She asked, her eyes widening, frowning and tightening his fingers against his palms, as if that gesture did lower his desire to kill the man.
– Calm down, dear, calm down! – He said, making a gesture reliever. – It was not my fault.
– You broke my pitcher purposely! You never liked even Mom, and now taking the opportunity destroyed the gift that she gave me on our wedding day.
– You are judging me inhumanly, darling! – He said, in a peaceful tone, trying at all costs to get rid of that discussion, which caused in him disgust.
– Do not call me sweetheart, asshole.
For a moment he closed his eyes and counted from 1 to 10. He always did that to stay calm in critical situations.
The woman was beside herself. He picked up a chair and threw it with all his strength in his direction.
She wanted the chair to reach his full face. She wanted the face of that damn turned into a thousand little pieces, as he had done with his precious porcelain jar.
He almost can not deviate from the chair she shot him.
On our wedding day … The day of our wedding! – She repeated a few times, as his eyes filled with tears.
The chair crashed on.
– Calm! – He asked again. – We can talk as two civilized people.
She seemed to no longer hear it anymore. He approached him and quite without thinking twice hit a punch in his face.
The punch produced a distinctive sound on his face and burned enough.
He did not retaliate. He was learning to be a pacifist.
Then she gave him another and another … several.
He continued without reacting.
Then she hit him with a punch in the mouth. He staggered and only equilibrated because they held at the table edges.
He felt his mouth full of blood. He has gargale and felt something solid crashing against your teeth.
He then lost control of himself and spat on the table with all his strength. The tooth smashed into the glass and has a typical noise.
The woman looked at the blood on the table and was angry more.
– Calm down, baby. No need to get so angry. I buy another pitcher like the broken and give it to you!
– Calm! I buy another.
– I do not want another fucker. I want the same as you broke voluntarily!
Then she went to the kitchen. She took a knife to cut meat. And with the knife in his right hand, she ran toward the man.
She was feeling a hatred was immense. She was acting like an angry animal, which acts instinctively, without knowing what he is doing.
Something unexpected happened. She tripped on the carpet and fell onto the knife.
She felt the knife blade perforating his stomach.
His last words were:
– I love you!
The man was haunted. He tried to help her, but his help did not serve to anything.
Then the police arrived. It was called by a neighbor. He surprised the heated discussion between the couple.
The man was arrested.
Before leaving your house saw the police slowly open the package.
They spoke of dividing the money among themselves.
A strong explosion.
The house, with his wife, along with the porcelain vase shards, along with the tooth, with the police, with man and with everything that was inside, disappeared with the explosion.
Before bed for the last time the man saw on the horizon the blue hills. He felt homesick.
By: Jackson Rubem
Excerpted from the book
Holy blood, portuguese edition