He turns the corner onto a deserted street and now he’s coming out at the intersection that crosses Arturo Soria. He goes down the wide sidewalk until he gets to the bus stop. Leandro quickly regrets his decision. The madam had greeted him with even more of a lipsticked smile than usual. She led him into the little reception room to tell him, we’ve had a little problem with your check from the other day. It bounced. Leandro was surprised. He wasn’t expecting to hear that. She downplayed the incident. Leandro didn’t have cash on him and he offered to write a new check. Anything not to leave a trail on his credit card. I told you before I prefer cash, the woman warned. Just two blocks away there’s an ATM. In that case, I’ll come back some other day, threatened Leandro. Okay, okay, we’re not going to start losing trust in you over some little accident, are we now? Mari Luz accepted the signed check that Leandro extended with a trembling hand. She had left the room while he was writing it.
