“The diving-school dog is already pulling at its chains and it’s only 8 a.m. He stands on two legs and lifts his scabby brown head above the wall of the roof terrace, snarling at the beach life below it. Pablo is shouting at the two Mexican men painting the walls. They can’t shout back because they don’t have the right legal documents to give him the finger.”
“When the last tourists disappear, those who had hoped that the season’s two months’ worth of work would save them must go and beg the manager of Banco Provincia for mercy. It’s true, though: at the end of the season, few people are in the same place they were at the beginning of the story. And you can see couples regrouping.”
"She sees him at the grocery store. He doesn’t see her. He is with his daughter. He is putting green apples in a bag. She grabs a pear and pretends to examine it. She puts it down. She walks over to the melons and stares abstractedly, her heart hammering. She looks up and he’s smiling at her. His smile is warm. Instantly she feels weak and excited. He is walking toward her now.”
