El Suave took the beginner across the dance floor, showing her what the tango was meant to be and finished the last song of the tanda with an elegant rulo. His turn settled as the music ended, and his eyes lifted and met mine.
'I miss La Porteña,' he said.
'The headaches are worse,' I said. And I realized that the last song they had danced to was Jamás retornarás.
Friday, May 12, 2006
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