Arturo smiled at the lie. ‘I am ready, Nando,’ he continued. ‘I made my confession to God. My soul is clean. I will die with no sins.’ ‘What’s this?’ I laughed. ‘I thought you didn’t believe in the kind of God who forgives your sins.’ Arturo looked at me and managed a thin, self-deprecating grin. ‘At a time like this,’ he said, ‘it seems wise to cover all the angles.’
