One old chess player swears César moved to Valencia. Another insists he never left Madrid. And in Paris, Silvia keeps writing to a man who has no idea anyone is waiting for him.
Part 2 of 3 in The Postcard From Paris
A las nueve en punto, Marta entró en el Café Delicias. Olía a café y a pan tostado. Al fondo, dos hombres mayores jugaban al ajedrez.
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