"Marcelo," my wife called my name, "about the thing we talked earlier..." We were having our dinner quietly until that moment. I looked at her with question. "About, you know, the fantasy," she said hesitantly. "Oh, right!" my eyes sparked, "did you meet someone?" "Yes... I mean no. I already knew him. Just-" "Wow, so we have a candidate?" "Candidate," she chuckled. "Yes, I guess... We have a candidate. I mean... if you l...