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A Bleeding Nose

They arrived in Bariloche to a rainy, windy late-spring afternoon. As any Californian traveling to Patagonia, they hurried to wear their winter jackets, caps, scarves and gloves. To find all the locals in the airport were in short sleeves.

The wind pushed them a couple of steps to the side when they walked out to take a taxi.

“You couldn’t fall for somebody living in fucking Riviere, could you, bastard?” Sean snarled, holding the door for Jo to get into the car.

The taxi took them down a road flanked by pine trees in the early nightfall, up to the freeway that led straight to the city. It ran parallel to the lake that opened on their right, huge, dark, choppy with foamy waves. The city lights spread ahead along the coast for many miles.

They checked in at their hotel about seven. Jo stopped Jim before he got into his room.

“Don’t take a nap. We only have time for a shower and a quick bite,” she said.

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