warning her about the
scorpions, but Meme was so
distant, convinced that she
had given her away, that she
preferred not to disturb her
with the impertinences, of a
great-great-grandmother. The
yellow butterflies would
invade the house at dusk.
Every night on her way back
from her bath Meme would
find a desperate Fernanda
killing butterflies with an
insecticide bomb. This is
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