CHAPTER SIXTheir lovemaking had always been warm. Lindsey knew that Marvia was more experienced than he before they met, and she had always mixed romance with sexuality. But this time she came to him fiercely, with an edge that seemed somewhere between anger and desperation. Afterwards she cried, then feel deeply asleep, her head on his chest and her leg thrown across his body. She had put a piece of music on the CD player beforehand. Lindsey did not recognize it, but it, too, had raged to a climax and then into silence.
He listened to local traffic and distant sirens and voices he could not understand.
The sun wakened them and Marvia clicked on the TV. An all-news channel was doing a fluff-piece on the forthcoming Arturo Madrid retrospective. An all-movie channel was planning an Arturo
