Dado, sixteen, informed Caco, fifteen, and Marcelinho, fourteen:
His parents were going to be out of town for the weekend. The house would be empty. It was perfect.
-Sweet, said Caco, rubbing his hands together. Marcelinho was quiet.
They had already picked the ad: "Samantha - Relaxing Massages for Business Executives. At-Home Service." Dado called. After all, it was his house. While Dado called, Marcelinho said to Caco:
-Don't you think this is a little shady?
-What's shady about it?
Dado hung up.
-She's coming! At 10.
-What did she sound like? What was her voice like? Caco asked.
-Like Maria Zilda.
-Ooh.
Marcelinho muttered nervously:
-Was she suspicious?
-Of what?
-You know, that we aren't business executives.
Dado and Caco laughed loudly and investigated the house's liquor cabinet.
Just as he ran out the door, Marcelinho announced:
-I'm going home real quick.
Dado laughed:
-Ha! He's not coming back.
-I knew it. He was so nervous.
At 5 to 10 the doorbell rang.
-It's her!
But it wasn't Samantha. It was Marcelinho. In a three-piece suit.
-What's that about?
-I don't know, just in case.
And he sat in a chair with a serious look on his face, waiting for Samantha.
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