La Porteña was laughing about her glasses.
'They're Buddy Holly,' I said, astonished she would wear them to milongas in Buenos Aires.
The eyes must be naked when dancing.
'No, no,' she said. The glasses were aggressively black-rimmed, but they were narrow and the air around La Porteña came from the direction of the Champs Elysées, not Lubbock, Texas. 'They're irresistible. When I'd wear my contacts, I looked like every other woman in the room. But these glasses … ' Her eyes did an upkick, and she gave her hand a quick shake. 'These glasses … the milongueros wouldn't let me sit down!'
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