He said he’d had a headache, and had to pack, but I knew that it was love that had made him a liar.
At the launderette, an elderly man took off his trousers, put them into the dryer without washing them. He sat on a chair and offered me a cigarette.
Nathan imagines they’d be caught and, besides, the man may be a serial killer, so suggests the cruising park behind the Hilton instead. Much safer.
She lies on a rug with Alberto, they are playful with each other, then nap, their bodies touching, like incestuous twins.