Suely arrived from the waterfall, still dripping wet.
Shaven-headed, glistening with water. Bare feet caked in mud.
Yet wearing an impeccable blue dress shirt and a black skirt that clung to her body.
She walked into the Lagoa da Italianinha snack bar as if it were the courthouse.
She sat at the counter and ordered a black coffee and a toasted roll.
The waiter stammered, "Your Honor... you..."
She simply smiled and replied, "The case can wait. Thirst cannot."
She drank her coffee slowly, wetting the counter.
She left just as she had arrived: barefoot, shaven-headed, wet, and free.
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