22 October 2008. Warm morning in the dark air. Nicola's calico stretch, her paws up high on living room door, total exit mode. Natasha more demure, a puffy redolence of tortoise-shell, grays, tiny pink tongue half exposed, zaftig feline madonna...
The dance, as in Club Italia, Buenos Aires--la Union Vasca. National purposes--costumes and songs--an arm around a waiting shoulder, the squeeeze of a hand...two or three subtle steps, an ebony bandoneon...
Young people's lives--presence of song...la cocina, sonriendo, feliz...
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