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Sebastián, the bookseller, the kid who rents out the garage where she parks her car, approaches from the opposite direction; he’s also in a hurry, they exchange a greeting, a friendly word, a complicit glance. He’s a good boy, Sebastián, he owes her some favours that he might end up repaying one of these days.

Ursula hurries along Calle Sarandí, the city accompanying her like a ghost, she crosses the square without looking, turns right and continues like an automaton; she could follow this route blindfolded. She reaches Calle Bacacay, from where you can see the Solís Theatre and part of Plaza Independencia, but she doesn’t look. She turns, arrives at the same time as the bus that will take her to her destination, hails it and gets on. She doesn’t take her car, she doesn’t want to park nearby, doesn’t want to run the risk that somebody 35might recognize it; she’s thought about everything, even the smallest details, Ursula thinks, and nobody will be able to catch her out.

She climbs on board and sits at the back, like always. At this time of day and travelling in this direction, there are hardly any passengers, and the few that there are sit staring at their smartphones like idiots. She covers her face with a scarf, her eyes with sunglasses, her forehead with a woollen hat.