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DARKNESS ENVELOPED US IN BLUE SHADOW AS WE LEFT THE mansion. The storm was receding, now barely an echo of cold rain. I wanted to return the key to Bea, but her eyes told me she wanted me to be the one to keep it. We strolled down toward Paseo de San Gervasio, hoping to find a taxi or a bus. We walked in silence, holding hands and hardly looking at each other.
"I won't be able to see you again until Tuesday," Bea said in a tremulous voice, as if she suddenly doubted my desire to see her again.