I ask my brother if the postcard, sent to my nephews from São Paulo, had arrived.
He writes back –
It’s on the fridge. They liked the curvy building. Jack thought Chancellor Palpatine made it like that.
I ask my brother if my nephew Jack knew that I stayed there.
He writes back –
He knew, I told him. He inquired whether you were now “on the dark side”. I reassured him that you continued to follow the ways of the force. He smiled and said “good”.
Temporary Person Passing Through 