fluttered about her head while
the lights were on. And then
it happened. When the lights
went out, Mauricio Babilonia
sat down beside her. Meme
felt herself splashing in a bog
of hesitation from which she
could only be rescued, as had
occurred in her dreams, by
that man smelling of grease
whom she could barely see in
the shadows.
If you hadnt come, he said,