I wished to be alone, and wanted to offer no excuses. The boy was either oblivious to my moods or pretended to be. I didn’t care which, and I hardly noticed him disappear into the crowd. Inácio had become a thief, a pimp, and a fence, and no doubt indulged in all the terrible crimes such men must, but I could not mourn my old friend’s transformation. Not now. Gabriela was dead. It had seemed near impossible she would be alive and unmarried and ready to run away with a man she had not seen since we were children. Yet part of me had not only hoped it might be so, but believed it had to be. I had been able to see our reunion in my mind. As I made my way back toward Chiado Hill, I passed a man roasting skewers of fish and vegetables over a waist-high flame set upon a pile of bricks. I stopped and stared, feeling the heat against my hands and face. The fire crackled and hissed as the juice dripped from the charring and shriveling meat. I had seen flesh roasted a thousand times, but only now did I notice the sights and sounds in such detail, taking in their peculiar qualities.
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