I step off the tender and stride quickly toward the black van. My host and my new computer are waiting for me inside. Tinted windows—I can’t see who’s in there. I nod to the driver, he opens the van door, and there she is, Ninfetta. The girl jumps down nimbly, looks at me for a moment, and leaps on me: Hey, you are not so old! You are young! “. He keeps kissing me: “You are...
