Señor BarasoThe warmth of Paco's body beside me and the steady breath of his slumber put a seal on my decision to restore the ruin. It was as though out tryst signified some sort of deeper approval of my being here. I had no idea if he would form part of my future life on the island, if what was happening between us had any future to it at all, or if it was an interlude. In many ways, I would have preferred the companionship of female friends who would have filled out my life without any danger of a romantic complication. In a curious fashion, for the present, Paco reinforced my isolation.
It was still night. My bladder nagged to be emptied. I knew he was asleep but I wasn't about to pee in a bucket, not even at the far end of the other room. I grabbed my phone, fumbled about for my bathr
