However I have been thinking about my departure, summer hiking boots, a couch
When I called Valentina she refused to tell me whom she had killed to get such a prime spot. Practically in the first row. I was baffled in between being so close to the stage, not having anybody seated in front of me, and the “what should I tell the cops when they pick me up for the murder”. “Valentina framed me.” did not sound convincing. Plus she had the perfect alibi, now being at the other end of the city, studying Spanish. How innocent!
The hall was ugly beyond belief, but
the diva still made my hairs stand on end. Besame, besame mucho. It was worth the driving and parking hell and the smell of long gone days of sweaty sport competitions that gave the place its fame. What have I learned? Well, there are people who deserve to seat in the front row, and people who sit in the front row. And those are not all the people.
