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No
one
answered
him
and
he
hung
the
cape
on
a
peg
in
the
wall
and
walked
over
to
the
table
.
"
Qué
tal
?
"
he
asked
and
picked
up
his
cup
which
had
stood
empty
on
the
table
and
dipped
it
into
the
wine
bowl
.
"
There
is
no
wine
,
"
he
said
to
Maria
.
"
Go
draw
some
from
the
skin
.
"
Maria
picked
up
the
bowl
and
went
over
to
the
dusty
,
heavily
distended
,
black
-
tarred
wineskin
that
hung
neck
down
from
the
wall
and
unscrewed
the
plug
from
one
of
the
legs
enough
so
that
the
wine
squirted
from
the
edge
of
the
plug
into
the
bowl
.
Pablo
watched
her
kneeling
,
holding
the
bowl
up
and
watched
the
light
red
wine
flooding
into
the
bowl
so
fast
that
it
made
a
whirling
motion
as
it
filled
it
.
"
Be
careful
,
"
he
said
to
her
.
"
The
wine
’
s
below
the
chest
now
.
"
No
one
said
anything
.
"
I
drank
from
the
belly
-
button
to
the
chest
today
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
It
’
s
a
day
’
s
work
.
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
all
?
Have
you
lost
your
tongues
?
"
No
one
said
anything
at
all
.
"
Screw
it
up
,
Maria
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Don
’
t
let
it
spill
.
"
"
There
’
ll
be
plenty
of
wine
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
You
’
ll
be
able
to
be
drunk
.
"
"
One
has
encountered
his
tongue
,
"
Pablo
said
and
nodded
to
Agustín
.
"
Felicitations
.
I
thought
you
’
d
been
struck
dumb
.
"
