An old man sits in the corner of the restaurant. His forehead hangs heavily over his eyes and shadows a gun-barrel straight nose. He is stooped and hunched over by age and looks on the verge of falling into his book. He fiddles with his fingers as he squints at the lines on the page and takes great, noisy swallows of his red wine. In front of him is a hunk of sizzling flesh – a quarter suckling pig with assorted vegetables. A waiter strides knowledgeably between the tables and jutting chairs and nods to him, “As good as usual, Pedro?” he adds stolidly. Pedro grunts an affirmation through his wine glass, “Yes, Juan,” and returns gloomily to his book.
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