The next day they headed to the port, to set sail from Barcelona. Johnny wanted so much to please Stella, to be a dad with her, on an adventure. They’d collected Sancho from the bench in the Pla de Palau and soon enough, he and Stella were yakking it up as they all strolled to the port. The little Canadian girl who had been murdered, and the aging Californian man who lived on the Spanish street.
“So what’s your deal, Sancho?” Stella said to him as they walked along Colom, a.k.a. Columbus. “You like movies? We could go to a movie together.”
“The Palm Beach Story, chérie. Would that suit you?”
“Perfect! Dad, I love this guy already. Sanchy, the part about the twins, they leave it to the end. Did you love that guy Toto who kept saying, ‘Nits!’ He was a riot.”
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