Nuestra parte de noche

There was so much light that morning and the sky was so clear, its warm blue marred by a single while smirch, more like a plume of smoke than a cloud. It was already late and he needed to go and that hot day was going to be just like the next: if it rained and he was hit with the river's humidity and the stifling Buenos Aires heat, he would never be able to leave the city. -I: The Claws of the Living God, January 1981