Chapter 20: Su-zanne and Hinry

"Oh, wow, you're from Brooklyn. Do you know Jennifer?"

On this inferno of a late afternoon, I am sitting by a courtyard fountain reading a Spanish phrasebook, and there must be something about another person reading a book when you are bored out of your mind that makes you want to talk to them. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her leave a perfectly good conversational huddle with a fellow Ozzie and a gu…