her eyes. It was a sight he knew he would never tire of. “I’ve been doing some thinking,” he said, his voice faltering; already, he regretted that he hadn’t come up with some better opening. “About?” “About what I’m going to do now that I’m no longer working for the AFIP. I was thinking that—” There was a banging on the door and a snowball hit the window as a bunch of teenage boys, horsing around outside, hollered, “Get a room, Mayor!” and “So when do we get to see the totem pole?” Nika, laughing
