Chapter 4Priscilla sketches while seated at the bar with a glass of tequila sweating on the red resin counter. Her pencil snaps. Giacomo appears.
“Damn pencil,” she says under her breath.
“I brought more of your pencils. They’re upstairs, I’ll drop them off tonight.”
“Oh, thank you. Ciao, Giacomo.”
“Well, how did you find Ramona?”
“Strong willed,” she answers in Italian in an effort to be discreet. She didn’t know who knew whom around them.
“Do you want to get dinner? Julián gave me some restaurant suggestions,” Giacomo asks cheerily.
“I’m going out,” she replies, surprising Giacomo.
“Going out!? You?”
“Does that surprise you?” Priscilla retorted.
“Well, yes.”
“I was known to be quite the party goer when I was young like you. Besides, you should go out. Be youthful, enjoy Mexico
