Miss Leonides moved on her tram seat, coughing and turned to the person next to her. The little girl was staring at her, as if waiting for something to happen. Miss Leonides looked away. She felt threatened. That young woman had begun to envelop her, to compromise her, to transfer a burden, a danger. Until the coincidence of being dressed in mourning created between them a mysterious bond that separated them from others and placed them together and apart. But nobody is called gratuitously by destiny. Miss Leonides did not know it yet, but from that moment on she began to be part of a secret ceremony.
