Her presence catalyzed small rebellions. A schoolteacher who had taught multiplication and caution for three decades abandoned lesson plans for a week and taught children the mathematics of tides—how the moon explains certain kinds of patience, how subtraction can be a kind of mercy. A fisherman who swore never to paint his boat again bought a can of azure and, with clumsy joy, named the vessel after a lost lover. These acts were not spectacles of transformation; they were modest subversions that reoriented ordinary days. Regininha did not prescribe new lives so much as reveal corners of existing ones that had been politely ignored.