Stories of Paraná - My boy

Stories of Paraná - My boy

My boy
Peter Ramblas Son

The bus, as usual at that time, very beginning of the night was packed with people.
Workers, comerciárias, one other guy in a suit and scruffy folder 007 students ... all dumb, tiredness stamped on their faces.
Suddenly a shouted order up front, by someone beside the driver woke the sleepy and startled them awake.
- Hill, which is a robbery! And everyone is quiet, meek wanna see everybody!
The barrel of the gun, the two spans of the driver's head, trembled slightly.
In the middle of the bus, a lady screaming rehearsed.
It was silent for a new nervous orders:
- Shut it!
- Everybody shut up!
The revolver had two accomplices, one at the front door and another near the middle door. The driver pulled slowly down the middle, in front of two vacant lots, asked if the gun was there good. The robber said yes, and without taking the gun from the driver's head, explained how it would be: easy, one at a time in each port, passengers would leave the bus, the output would leave purses, wallets, rings and watches with "The Companion"; them not to worry, all the documents were going to be on the bus, no one called the police immediately, but the driver "danced"; anyone react inside the bus, but also "danced". The collector, these heights had been cleared.
Slowly, as ordered, the passengers began to descend, before leaving with the robbers everything out request, plus jewelry, just in case.
A fat lady who was crying softly, desperate that the alliance would not leave finger was pushed by one of the robbers:
- Come on, lady, you can stay with the guild.
For some, the fat does not esborracha the ground.
Had left almost half of the passengers when the gun looked a lady in her early thirties, in line to leave the bag at the front door. It was not quite a glare, more a look of curiosity. The robber insisted a few seconds without taking his eyes, the lady was just scared.
The assailant continued, but his face was whether lazing, essayed a smile, his eyes sparkled, and then exclaimed:
- Tia CarMenu
The young lady, terrified, unable to utter a word. The assailant repeated exclamation:
- Tia CarMenu not remember me? Luiz, Louie, his student's Graciliano there, remember?
The lady looked curiously the assailant, his face gradually lazing, taking color, eyes gaining luster.
- Louie?! And yourself, Louie! But as you grew up, my boy!
At these times, stopped all movement inside the bus,
passengers and other assailants, still not really understanding the situation, seemed to assess the growth of "Louie". He had something of 1.80 meters in height, broad shoulders, black hair, looked twenty to twenty-five years.
First lowered the gun, handed it to his left hand, the right extended a respectful greeting. The teacher asked of his life, he pretended astonishment, to know it and already married with two children.
He then turned to other passengers, now smiling, and made the presentation, with pride:
- The Louie.
My boy more intelligent and beautiful, my first literacy class, first-year teacher at the School Graciliano there in Fazendinha ... been so long, my boy huh? ...

Son Peter Ramblas, academic law


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.