Paco and Claire'Are you going out?' Claire said, all smiles as she approached, her copper hair piled high on her head, her sunglasses wedged in the mass. 'Cars get so hot here left in the sun. I bet you can't touch the steering wheel.'
I emitted an awkward laugh that sounded more like a grunt.
Paco wandered past me and on down the short drive. I had no idea what might have drawn his interest. The property looked out over the back blocks of the village, and there was nothing much to see of interest or beauty. He stood with his back to us, as though surveying the landscape, but it occurred to me his behaviour was simply a pretence. Taking him in, he seemed uncomfortable, restless as though eager to get going.
Oblivious, or perhaps indifferent to his demeanour, Claire pointed at the rucksa
