Capítulo 43: Good Samaritan

“Do I have to beg for it? I have the right to know because if not for me—” Dordo played with his fingers on the bottle’s moisture. He was making me uncomfortable. His mind worked best when his fingers were kind of doodling on the wet bottle’s surface. We remained silent after a while. Each of us was processing mutedly what was in our minds.

Customers inside the bar thickened with new arrivals. Newly arrived well-dressed women of four congregated in one table. I watched with interest the striking scene. I was wondering why the absence of a member of the opposite sex in the group.

“Wondering why?” My companion broke the silence. He was obviously observing the intent look I was throwing at the group of women.