My Sister's Boyfriend

- The orders are already with the boss there in the Planetarium. Let's figure it out.

"Of course... But seriously, it could be less hot here, right? _Ela complained. Edith was from São Paulo, but had spent her late teens in Porto Alegre, she was used to the freezing cold of the Porto Alegre winter, but little used to the suffocating heat of Rio.

"Relax, it's going to get worse. I warned her and she whimpered and the taxi stopped. I stared at the façade as Edith paid the taxi driver.

"Is this our new slave quarters?" At least it's cute. - she said, more excited. A guy walked by and I noticed Edith's long eye. - Are these going to be our customers? I'm already loving this place!

She pulled me by the hand and I ended up laughing loudly. We entered, the place was spacious, in one corner there was a circular table in the form of a reception. Three very smiling girls in the uniform of the Planetarium were behind those tables. The place was still half empty, which indicated that they must have been looking at other attractions. We approached and explained our case. One of them, the eldest, used a weird phone to call Mr. Gasques, our new boss. We waited talking and looking at the environment. That seemed to me much bigger and more airy than the last time I had come here and much more sophisticated as well.

-So... Are you? - we turn to the deep voice. I imagined an old, fat, half-bald man when I heard of Mr. Gasques. But he was a tall blond, no more than 40 years old with a dimpled smile. I felt Edith's nail on my arm and just smiled. - Malu Tavares and Edith Domingos.

- Gabriel Gasques. He smiled invitingly and dragged us into an easy conversation. Asking about our first impression in the city and the planetarium. "I heard that Miss Tavares once lived here.

"Just Malu, please. My family is from here, yes.

"That's great, I suppose.

"Yes, yes...

"Well, I'll ask Jorge to show you around." - a thin and smiling boy appeared, smiling at us.

-Thanks. We said in unison, as Gabriel walked away. Jorge was just a kid, about 18 years old. He was active and playful and let out jokes during our tour of the Planetarium. Edith and I were at a loss at how much was going on, but we tried to pay attention. Jorge was witty and made everything very pleasant during the explanation.

After seeing everything we were entitled to. We better agreed on how the tours run by the Tourism company and the Planetarium would be arranged. It was pretty simple. We would bring the hotel guests and show them around. Quick and easy. The profits would be split. Pretty straightforward.

- Soon they will be presented to the supervisors of the place, who by the way are quite late. He grimaced and we ended up laughing. He looked over our shoulders and cracked a smile. "That's it, they've arrived.

~*~ Pov. Eeyore

"Seriously you can't stay, Dad?" said Eduardo sulking. Ceci stood with her arms crossed, watching the scene. She had cut her hair and dyed it blond, and she looked whiter that way. And more serious. The eyes scanned us. - You can't, Eduardo. Tomorrow I'll be with you all day.

"You can't. It's Saturday lunch. A bummer. He attached himself to my neck. "But you're coming to Grandma's dinner, aren't you?"

"I don't know...

- It's Friday! Lasagna! - he shook me, smiling. - And Grandma has already invited you, for favooor, Dad.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do."

-Eba! Eduardo hugged me and I laughed softly.

- Let your father go, he's already late, Eduardo. Ceci pulled him by the arm. - Come on, your grandmother is already putting on lunch.

"I'm not hungry. He whimpered, disengaging himself from his mother's arm.

"Soon you're late for karate too. Eduardo rolled his eyes and gave me another hug. Running inside. Ceci shouted, "Lunch, Eduardo!

- I don't want to! He yelled back. I scratched my head, guilty.

"Did you take him out for a bite to eat, Igor?" - she used that same tone she used to scold Eduardo.

-Who? I? Imagine!

"Then he gets anemic and it's your fault!" I rolled my eyes, preparing for the usual sermon.

"It's my fault even when he burps.

- And it is! Who taught him that?

- Pablo, who else would it be?