The Shadow of the Shadow
“The poet had taken off his boots and now crouched inside the armchair like a cat, glancing back and forth from the unconscious Dutchman to the door through which his friend the lawyer had gone over six hours ago. He was hungry, but there wasn't so much as a scrap of food in Verdugo's house and he didn't dare go out onto the street for a bite to eat. Occasionally he went and looked out the window, hoping to see some sign of the lawyer, but all he saw was an old organ-grinder playing for a circle of children, and a couple of construction workers heading home from work. Now and then the Dutchman murmured something and Fermin, who'd picked up a little English in his years with Pancho Villa when he'd crossed the border to take on arms or supplies, carefully jotted down the man's incoherent ravings. The sum total of his efforts throughout the course of the afternoon was a mixture of random sentences in English and Dutch and a few fines of poetry all written down on the back of a piece of sh...eet music.MoreLess
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