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ON MY WAY BACK TO THE BOOKSHOP, I CROSSED THE STREET BY the Capitol Cinema, where two painters standing on a scaffold watched with dismay as their freshly painted placard became streaked under the rain. In the distance I made out the stoical figure of the sentinel on duty stationed opposite the bookshop. When I got to Don Federico Flaviá's shop, I noticed that the watchmaker was standing in the doorway observing the downpour. The scars from his stay at Police Headquarters still showed on his face. He wore an impeccable gray wool suit and held a cigarette that he hadn't bothered to light. I raised a hand to him, and he smiled back.
"What have you got against umbrellas, Daniel?"