Manoela was finishing her PhD at the age of 25 and he always thought that was utterly impressive. She was the kind of woman that could not stand still for a couple of hours without noting down something to do on the next block of hours. Her timesheet was always filled with proficiency, from laundry books to library returns to her idea of a new article on space and time on the transition from classic to modern narratives. Her kitchen had a backdoor to a yard, and they would spend time there in the morning, after sex and before the early orange juice. That was the space she cared for the most, and he knew that even a framed pictured given to her as a birthday needed her thoughts to be hanging on the wall.
2009