in the kitchen, an anorexic saint was giving out very precise oracles. she had a look at your breast, male or female, and would then speak for about 6 minutes without taking her eyes from the tiling. It was no good asking questions or making specific requests about one particular time of life. she said what she had to say, and that was it. If you waited some time and appeared again in front of her, she would repeat the exact same words, and that was it.
Luísa entered the line.