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“
It
means
a
lot
to
me
that
you
’
ll
be
there
,
Ana
,
”
he
whispers
in
my
ear
.
“
Another
margarita
?
”
“
José
Luis
Rodriguez
—
are
you
trying
to
get
me
drunk
?
Because
I
think
it
’
s
working
.
”
I
giggle
.
“
I
think
I
’
d
better
have
a
beer
.
I
’
ll
go
get
us
a
pitcher
.
”
“
More
drink
,
Ana
!
”
Kate
bellows
.
Kate
has
the
constitution
of
an
ox
.
She
’
s
got
her
arm
draped
over
Levi
,
one
of
our
fellow
English
students
and
her
usual
photographer
on
the
student
newspaper
.
He
’
s
given
up
taking
photos
of
the
drunkenness
that
surrounds
him
.
He
only
has
eyes
for
Kate
.
She
’
s
all
tiny
camisole
,
tight
jeans
,
and
high
heels
,
hair
piled
high
with
tendrils
hanging
down
softly
around
her
face
,
her
usual
stunning
self
.
Me
,
I
’
m
more
of
a
Converse
and
T
-
shirt
kind
of
girl
,
but
I
’
m
wearing
my
most
flattering
jeans
.
I
move
out
of
José
’
s
hold
and
get
up
from
our
table
.
Whoa
.
Head
spin
.
I
have
to
grab
the
back
of
the
chair
.
Tequila
-
based
cocktails
are
not
a
good
idea
.
I
make
my
way
to
the
bar
and
decide
that
I
should
visit
the
bathroom
while
I
am
on
my
feet
.
Good
thinking
,
Ana
.
I
stagger
off
through
the
crowd
.
Of
course
,
there
’
s
a
line
,
but
at
least
it
’
s
quiet
and
cool
in
the
corridor
.
I
reach
for
my
cell
phone
to
relieve
the
boredom
of
waiting
.
Hmm
…
Who
did
I
last
call
?
Was
it
José
?
Before
that
,
a
number
I
don
’
t
recognize
.
Oh
yes
.
Grey
,
I
think
this
is
his
number
.
I
giggle
.
I
have
no
idea
what
the
time
is
;
maybe
I
’
ll
wake
him
.
Perhaps
he
can
tell
me
why
he
sent
me
those
books
and
the
cryptic
message
.
If
he
wants
me
to
stay
away
,
he
should
leave
me
alone
.
I
suppress
a
drunken
grin
and
hit
the
“
call
”
button
.
He
answers
on
the
second
ring
.
“
Anastasia
?
”
He
’
s
surprised
to
hear
from
me
.
Well
,
frankly
,
I
’
m
surprised
to
be
calling
him
.
Then
my
befuddled
brain
registers
…
how
does
he
know
it
’
s
me
?
“
Why
did
you
send
me
the
books
?
”
I
slur
at
him
.
