Sunday, November 28, 2004


After the dinner, in true Argentine form, the men went outside to do what men do. The four of us huddled around the grill, seeking warmth from the embers and sipping on Quilmes.

Paolo pulled out a pack of Marlboros and lit a cigarette, to which Gabriel nudged him to bum a smoke for himself. Paolo, acutely realizing the presence of others, then held the pack out to me, wordlessly offering me one.

"No. No." muttered Gabriel while lighting his cigarette. "Doctor," he motioned towards me with his head.

"Ah," replied Paolo, retiring the Marlboros back to his pocket with a knowing smile.

Amused, I grinned coyly, and continued to nurse my drink.