Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
We had been in Texas for exactly one day from our two week trip in Copenhagen. We would be here for a week before we went to Germany because Bobby wanted to sort out a few things before we left.
If it was up to me we would have left immediately but I had to be patient. This also gave me the opportunity to prepare the house for him since it looked nothing like the one's he had seen so far.
"Meu primo favorito," Ronaldo gleefully sang as he entered my office in the house. (My favorite cousin.)
"Hmm, José não ficará feliz em ouvir isso," I smiled as he sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk as I worked on my computer. (Hmm, José won't be happy to hear this.)
"O que ele não sabe não vai machucá-lo," he waved his hand dismissively as he looked around my office. His eyes stopped at the portrait Bobby had made for me and he tilted his head, "Bobby made this?" (What he doesn't know won't hurt him.)
