He called us to his office on the Diagonal, which he described as his private retreat. It had been a very quiet weekend at the Fonts’ house because they’d decided to spend it in the family chalet in Cadaqués and my brother and I had taken advantage of their absence to rest and forget each other as best we could. The bad news was that Borja and Lola’s dinner party had ended up in Lola’s bedroom with chocolate croissants for breakfast. “This will end in disaster!” I predicted in a foul mood as we drove to our meeting with the MP. “It was the oysters and the cava ...” he pleaded. “A blow below the belt from your sister-in-law.” “Nobody forced you to eat them. If Merche finds out you’re shagging another ...” “I’m not. I just slipped ...” he said lowering his eyes. “Yes, into the wrong bed.” We got to the MP’s office at almost one o’clock. It wasn’t an especially large or luxurious place, which surprised me. I mean it didn’t seem like the office of a lawyer who came into his profession through his family, although I recalled that the Font patriarch, the MP’s father, had in his day made fruitless incursions into the world of politics.
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