Into the void

Panotti's eye looked better. Figueira's too. Zangrandi joked friendly saying Panotti had put a steak on the eye and collected from Panotti a furious stare that didn't seem to frighten him. Figueira looked liked he'd caught a cold. Once in a while, he excused himself, went to the bathroom to blow his nose.

Morales seemed uneasy. Galhardo, indifferent, nonchalant. I asked about the news and Galhardo told me the Regional Tournament would take place this weekend. Saturday and Sunday. Figueira returned and pulled a very long face when heard what it was we were talking about. I noticed, asked him why the long face. He didn't answer, just gazed into the void. From Morales I learned that they were practicing more and tougher than ever for the event. Another tournament, one more chance to get a prize as a team at last.
"Figueira's been pulling this long face lately, 'cause he knows he'll have to face Martins", said Galhardo, seriously, "he's his archenemy."
"Afraid of him, Figueira?", inquired Panotti. Figueira looked at him outraged through bloodshot eyes.
"I'm not afraid of anybody. I respect Martins a lot, but I've got nothing to fear. Had I been afraid of wrestling, I'd never have started it all."
The tension in his body was evident, rendered me oblivious to everything else. I notice a shadow cast over it all, something that brings me concern I can't define what is nor what it is for.


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