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Show 109 Tomorrow is Christmas, this is Christmas eve, and as Steven listens he is trying to figure things out. He is studying the Scrabble board for clues. Nick's last word tonight was amigo. Straight to the triple in the corner,- straight to the heart, thirty-three points and once again the winner. "Ah, don't take it so hard, Stevieboy," Nick had laughed deep and throaty; a laugh which Steven, who is taking it hard, now thinks he can hear through the wall. "It's just a game, buddy." "I know that." "You take things too seriously." "I know that." "Ya gotta learn to loosen up, pal, to roll with the punches." "Like you?" Nick had paused. "At least I sleep at night," he said. In there screwing thinks Steven, making love. Before him, in the cold air, his groan condenses; forms a white moist thing he could reach out and touch. Steven doesn't know where to begin. Perhaps, he thinks, it all started a thousand years ago, before he ever came to Spain. But he has to start someplace so he pictures his arrival, the |