The City of Angels
When Luso the soothsayer—who wasn’t really a soothsayer but someone with a wild imagination, living alone in a three-bedroom apartment in one of the best buildings on the large avenue, someone still expecting her life to amount to something, an “impressive lady” as she called herself—so when this Luso the soothsayer spoke before dawn to the man who sharpened knives and scissors that she had had a dream that night which was not just prophetic but something that was a hundred percent—no, a thousand percent!—sure to become reality, and when that man who sharpened knives and scissors relayed this word for word to Saten on the first floor—who did not have a single knife, much less a pair of scissors, to sharpen, but maintained, in her words, human contact with all layers of
