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But I was weeks into my freshman year of college in a picturesque Ohio small town, still hung up on a girl who’d gone to school a thousand miles away, so the album’s exquisite desolation met me exactly where I was at. Osorio pressed her mouth to Arkady's ear.' My gun.'For some listeners, that deadly serious posture rendered Sea Change unbearably dour. All the Rosita's units were free-standing white stucco cottages from the fifties with air-conditioning and kitchenette, television and potted plants, clean sheets and towels at a price only the most successful jineteras could afford. A switch from the Lada, Change and all, to her DeSoto and then to a room at the Rosita, a love motel on the Playa del Este just fifteen miles outside the city and a block from the beach. Why didn't you think of that?Ĭonsidering that Ofelia made the arrangements in the middle of the night, she didn't do badly.

He said Rufo's television was warm, so he knew you were there. A ladder toppled, crushing Osorio's side of the car. Just when Arkady thought the Cuban was actually on the car, one headlight exploded. The blade came straight down through the car roof, probed and vanished. Arkady backed up, cutting the wheel to sweep Luna away. The rear window crystallized as the machete swung through. Unable to see, Arkady drove forward, hoping for a piece of the captain, only to hit the long counter head-on. Arkady reversed so that the blow landed on the hood, but Luna slapped the blade sideways and split the windshield into two caved-in sheets of safety glass. Arkady turned on the engine and lights and, blinded, Luna stopped for a moment, then crossed the floor in two strides and brought the machete down on the car. In the coldest or warmest weather they started. Ladas were not known for their power, but they did start. We're even.Īrkady put Osorio into the front passenger seat of the car and went around to the driver's side. Well, I never told you that what Luna wanted from me was the photograph that Pribluda called the Havana Yacht Club. In the bathroom mirror he saw her eyes on him and the natural kohl of their lids.

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Between the wings of her shoulder blades the skin was rubbed raw and seamed with grains of glass. He'd expected her curls to be stiffer, but they were as soft as water and his fingers never looked more thick and clumsy. Wrapped in a towel, she asked him to pick nuggets of glass from her hair. The first thing Ofelia did once they were inside was to shower the burlap and shag off her body. As Osorio hung on, he picked up the gun and cocked it.' Get out of the way.' To say what? That I've refused orders from the police? That I hid evidence? That I'm helping a Russian instead? What was Luna saying when he came back? he asked. Arkady pushed the car as fast as it could go until the sergeant was out of sight. He drove toward the streetlamp, and when he was a block beyond he looked back through the gaping rear window to see Luna running after. The left-front fender was crushed, and left turns seemed to be impossible. As the doors burst open, the Lada landed askew on the steps, righted itself and shouldered through debris. Missed him, but as the hanging bulb flared to life Arkady saw an electric highway of glass leading to the doors and followed. He backed into a column hard enough to rock the balcony, shot forward and aimed at Luna, silhouetted by crystals on his shoulders. The falling ladder had grazed the bulb, and as the light swung, goats, stairs, statues swayed from side to side. If it were a boat it would sink, he said.' It will get you to a doctor.'Īrkady peeled off enough windshield to see. The Lada limped over railroad tracks and finally swung into an alley, scaring the spangly green eyes of a cat caught in the headlight, and lurched to a stop.Įxactly.

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Air blew through the windshield and windows and safety glass sparkled on their laps. At last the streets ended at docks and the deep black and trailing lights of the harbor.

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