Mary Faris. Brasilis (№ 311747)

Finally an old black woman could afford what for so long dreamed of - idleness. All day long sat by the window, the shade and fanned his fat face with a fan made of ostrich feathers. Walked around the room just to hear the jingle of her beads and bracelets. Sometimes wondered, asking the spirits of Orishas, will prevent anything of her happiness. Cowrie shells for weeks was silent, until he predicted the betrayal.