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I SPENT THE AFTERNOON KEEPING WATCH OVER THE GRIM LETTER announcing my draft, hoping for signs of life from Fermín. Half an hour after our closing time, Fermín's whereabouts remained unknown. I picked up the telephone and called the pensión on Calle Joaquín Costa. Doña Encarna answered, her voice thick with alcohol. She said she hadn't seen Fermín since that morning.
"If he's not back within the next half hour, he'll have to have his supper cold. This isn't the Ritz, you know. I hope nothing's happened to him?"