Friday, February 10, 2017

the last book I ever read (Dances with Snakes by Horacio Castellanos Moya, excerpt five)

from Dances with Snakes by Horacio Castellanos Moya:

I took another sip of rum, went back to the car and took out Valentina’s skin so it could dry in the sun. The soup was boiling now, but I wanted to wait for the meat to be ready. It had to be tender and delicious, worthy of a girl like her. And since I didn’t have any seasoning, I looked for the bags of marijuana I’d taken from Raúl Pineda’s table and emptied them into the soup.

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