n seam of his navy trousers, the ugly bruising onone side of his face and the row of stitches beneath his right eye. I didn't know that, Winston Nkata said. But these days . Isuppose that's not surprising, really, given our national obsessionwith sex and the pretence we maintain that sex isn't our nationalobsession.
He finished it in one long go and beganon Brent's, which the younger man had foolishly left behind. She'd saved it? Not intentionally. Not, she told him. He put his hand on my elbowas I reached for the Guarneri.
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