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Show 180 suspects. You were alone when I saw you before, he says to her but with his eyes on me. And now you are with this man Paco. Yes, she says. She smiles generously at the Greek, but below the table she is again squeezing my thigh and this time it is different. I do not understand, Alexis says. He does not understand, I think. This sailor does not understand. What is there to understand? I say aloud, and in the same moment notice the veins standing out on his forehead, the fingers curled tight around his glass. He is my fiance, says Elisa. Fiance? We are going to be married, she says. He will be my husband. Her smile is convincing and her hand has relaxed, is again moving on my leg. Alexis' eyes are no longer angry, merely uncertain. But I can see he is not yet defeated. He is a Greek. And he is drunk. Have a drink, he says, grabbing the bottle by its neck. We will celebrate. Yes, says Elisa, and accepts a glass of ouzo. I will stay with my Five Star, I say, and appropriate a small empty jar from among the movie magazines. We drink without extra words or much ceremony: to marriage, then to women, to children, to our children's children, may they be |
