"Madrilena sighed and breathed in the evening air. As she did some of the emotion of the discussion with Arancia evaporated. She could hear her tidying and washing up in the kitchen.
Arancia would be gone soon, she could feel that. She and Tomas had got engaged a month ago. Was it that which had spurred on this internet thing – was it that simple?
She leaned on the iron balustrade. People were beginning to fill the street again after siesta. Snatches of conversations wafted up, with other sounds, footsteps,