“I can’t think where the time went.’ ‘Where it always goes, Mr Sánchez,’ I said. He laughed. Then he stopped and looked as if he was about to cry. ‘So where is all that time, Augusta?’ he said. ‘Perhaps we’ll find it in heaven,’ I said, which was a surprising thing to say, and came out of my mouth without me thinking about it. ‘Or would it be hell?’ said Mr Sánchez. ‘If you found the past, all piled up by the side of the road. All the things you’d ever said. All the things you’d ever thought. All the things you’d ever done.”