leave the meditation centre and take it with me.â
âAnd where will you hide it?â
âIn my flat, I suppose. At least, until I can think of somewhere betterâ¦â
âDo you know what? I have just lost the little appetite I had.â
âMe too.â
Even so, we had lunch in the restaurant. Borja gradually recovered his sangfroid and by the time the second course had arrived he had convinced me it was all a wheeze tofrighten him and prepare the ground to pay him less money than heâd agreed with the antiquarian. While we were drinking our coffees, he took the mobile out and put it on the table.
âItâs not what youâd call the latest model, is it?â he remarked with a smile. In fact, I hadnât seen a model like that in a long, long time.
âSo what are we going to do?â
âNothing much. Wait for them to call,â Borja replied, shrugging his shoulders.
âBut mobiles are banned from the meditation centre,â I retorted. âI left mine at homeâ¦â
âYouâre a real baby! I donât expect you can smoke either, but I donât intend going three days without a smoke.â
âAnd what if they catch you?â
âEduard, weâre big boys now. This chakra and cosmic-harmony business is baloney to soak the rich, canât you see that? And whatâs more, weâre going of our free will and paying a fortune for the ride. I intend on smoking the odd cigarette. Whatever they may say,â he added, shrugging his shoulders yet again.
âKnow what? Iâll be back in a second,â I said, getting up from the table. âIâm off to buy a packet of cigarettes.â
AlÃcia Cendra had long since given up trying to pick up boyfriends in bars. That was the past. Now she was about to hit fifty, the only men who approached with a saucy glint in their eyes when they spotted her sitting with only a glass for company were solitary seventy-year-olds with the stink of alcohol on their breath and a box of Viagra in their pocket. She no longer interested men, or at least the ones she fancied, so no need to lose any sleep over it. As the womenâs magazines that she read at work or the hairdresserâs explained, she had simply become invisible. The hint of cellulite her clothes revealed and the incipient crowâs feet no cream could erase disabled her from competing against the skinny, soft-fleshed bodies of the young girls who marked out the night-time territory to the lilt of the latest hit song. No, picking men up in bars was no longer an option for her. She had gradually been forced to resign herself to that sad fact.
Winning the love of a man was a slow, painstaking task in this new pre-menopausal stage in her life. A long-term project that required time, patience and hours in the beauty parlour and, above all, planning. AlÃcia Cendra had assumed by now that going out at night in the hope of coming across a second Prince Charming â her first had been the husband whoâd abandoned her for one ofthose silly young things â meant coming home drunk and depressed, and, worst of all, alone. Consequently, on the rare occasions when she did go to a bar for a drink, she did so without high hopes, only to sip one of her favourite cocktails, and, jostled by a noisy crowd, she would fantasize secretly about the man who had recently become the great love of her life, Dr Horaci Bou.
When she left the cinema that night, she decided to go to the Dry Martini for a drink before going to bed. She felt like a margarita. Nobody was expecting her home, apart from her cat, and, even though sheâd have to be up early in the morning to go to work, it wasnât that late. Now spring was in the air and longer days were here, she found home oppressive. She had few women friends, and those she did still have had husbands and better things to do on a Thursday night than go out with a divorcee who lived absorbed
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