The next day, as Laus waited for the colt, the public transport that would take him to the main market, he heard two men talking not far from where he was standing. That morning, the weather was quite cool, dew still dampened the grass on the side of the road, and the sound of roosters crowing could still be heard from a distance.
"Hey, have you heard the news that Mrs. Parto is seriously ill?" asked the man wearing a faded green plaid shirt, looking at his friend as if seeking an answer. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, like someone who had just received important information.
His friend, who was being stared at in such a manner, spontaneously looked left and right, as if the news he was about to share was very secret. "Don't tell anyone, okay? This is news from a neighbor who lives near their house," he whispered, leaning closer.
