AGENOR

I don't know how I got home, that is, on the street from my house. I was walking dizzy, still wet and a little dirty from the dust that had stuck to my body. What I remember with a photographic memory is that when I saw my apartment, the scene that unfolded in front of me was so pathetic and ignoble that it made me ashamed of others. Agenor screamed pointing to the upstairs window, from where my mother appeared scared and crying: "You little bitch! Are you coming home today or can you forget. I'm going to disappear forever, understand?" That's what I heard and he moved on to his car. I followed the guy, hiding behind people, taking a safe distance. The guy took the key out of his pocket and pointed to the car, it was my time to act. He got in, I got in the back, through the passenger door. He was frightened, thought it was an assault at the time. Then, even  recognizing-me, he wanted to fight. I couldn't help that he already knew my nature. - Drive, go. If you don't want me to punch you, "I threatened with the knife. After the robbery I always hung out with him. - You don't have to do that, friend. Which is! There are civilized ways, let's talk. - Talk like you were talking to my mom? No thank you! Go on, go. Come here in Prudente street. You have no idea where you're at, you bastard. My mother, you know? That old lady that you treat like garbage, that you attack, threaten and abuse of goodwill? I'm not like her and I'm tired of seeing her being treated like that.

-Okay guy. It's all right. I understand. Mother is sacred, I already had a mother too, I know how it is. Look, I promise you that I will disappear of your life forever. I promise, really. - You've been promising that for years, comrade. There comes a time when there is no use talking, you know? You have to learn a lesson. Lesson forever. Lesson to never forget. "This way," I ordered. - What's up, man? What place is this? We are outside the city limits. Here there are only hills and bush, dirt roads. Without houses, there is nothing here or anyone. - Yes, we are here. We can talk. Let's talk? Agenor was shivering and sweating cold in that situation. It had been a long time since I had seen someone so cowardly. He didn't attempt any reaction even though I only carried a pocket knife, which I knew how to handle very well, but he didn't know that. I didn't want to raise suspicions about the crime. Being the first murder that I would commit, I drew the entire course and outcome without any major problems in my head. It was all here. And how many surprises the good old murder has in store for us. The then coward took courage and decided to challenge me. He fought me, held my hands while I tried to free myself. He was stronger, he squeezed my hand so hard that the knife fell on the floor of the car and he opened the door and ran. I ran after him and reached out, pulling him by the shirt, as if threatening to turn around I acted before and pushed him up there. He had time to hold on to the edge of the cliff with one hand, not being so close to the edge and perhaps because of the way I awkwardly tried to push him and not having the strength to do so.

Before I smashed my toes with my sneakers and watched him fall begging for help, I said, "Now I know you're going to be gone," just to look like a movie scene. Then I had more work. I wore a coat that the gigolo had in the trunk, opened the tank lid, tucked one of the sleeves in, put it in neutral, deactivated the handbrake and pushed the car very close to the edge. I used the lighter to set it on fire and a little help was enough to see the car plummet down. I walked about four kilometers until I found a phone to call. I ordered a taxi and went home to take care of the mother.