“Junqueira”
- Mommy, you can’t possibly live to ruin my plans! – Ana Carolina shouted at her mother who was bedridden with a cold.
- Sweetheart, keep your voice down, my head hurts. – Helena spoke in a whisper.
- I don’t care about your head, mommy. – Ana Carolina shouted again and left the room stomping her feet.
- Carolzinha, what happened to make you so nervous? – Junqueira, who was in the living room watching the news on her cell phone, asked when her daughter came in and sat next to her, s