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Show 176 wife, no? I said yes, I thought she probably would, and offered to make the necessary arrangements for him. Not for me, he said, for you. He told me this, too: nothing in the world can hurt a man so much as a woman's truthful words. Paco was full of platitudes but he spoke them like a god. On our way to the party, we stop by my cabin and I get out the last bottle of Five Star. She is already a little drunk and holding onto me as the ship sways and rocks. She studies the small cluttered room. It looks like you've been on the Aurelia forever. A while. What do you do with your time? she asks. Nothing in particular, I say. Beneath my bed I find two glasses and rinse them out at the sink, dry them with one of Paco's shirts. I suggest a taste of Cognac before we go. She watches me pour. We don't have to go to the party, she says. I thought you wanted to, I say, but it's up to you. She thinks for a moment. Kisses me on the lips. If you don't mind, then, she says. It might be interesting. I want to tell her no, not really, I have been to these parties before, it will not be interesting. |
