At the Beach House, dinner was taking place between the Alvares and Gouveia couples. The situation was still awkward, with someone occasionally making civilized comments. “The duck is delicious,” Ernesto tried. “Nothing like whatever you eat in the slum, huh?” Vicente couldn’t resist. Ernesto frowned. “What does that mean?” “You know what it means,” Vicente shrugged, looking at his plate. “I bet that in Lion’s Den, you can only eat hot dogs, salami, and other cheap processed meats. At most, a boiled chicken on Sundays.” “We’re poor, but not miserable,” Paulina defended herself. “We eat chicken and beef in the middle of the week.” Andreia shook her head. “Guys, if we’re going to start talking, this meeting isn’t about our eating habits and financial situations.” Vicente took a deep breath. “That’s right, Andreia. We need to talk about our kids.” Ernesto defended himself, “I’ve talked, shouted, slapped, and forbidden my daughter more than two hundred times, but she insists on d
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