That made him pause for a moment, and then he said, the grey eyes probing mine, “We’re not really talking about women here, are we?”
“No, we’re not,” I admitted.
Actually, I was talking about power. Which, as I had recognized from the start, was at least as crucial a factor in the equation as his eyes.
The power of his position, of his country, of his race. It promised protection, offered peace, safety, security. The idea was infinitely appealing.
– Recuerdo, Cristina Pantoja Hidalgo