We came over bridges and tossed the sacks of corn husks and ashes out the window into the water and the whislte sounded and Mark took Eve up to the front of the train and spoke with her earnestly and I watched their mouths move and thier eyes meet and I felt suddenly alone and worried and I wished that the Spaniard two seats up would stop muttering: “Somos todos que van a morir.” It was getting on my nerves.
