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And they wanted to talk about Degan. Ididn’t.
Out of habit, I mindlessly clicked on page after page, and came across a new entry. A website inSpanish.
Danika Anderson, instructora de programas del verano, Facultad de traducción,Granada.
And there was her pretty face. The same face as in my photograph. She was teaching a course this summer for anyone who wanted to learn Spanish-to-English translation in southern Spain. Eight weeks. Three days a week. Two hours a day. I checked out the metadata. Updatedyesterday.
You didn’t have to be a college student, although a lot of students took the class. You didn’t even have to be good in eitherlanguage.
Two months inSpain.
Two months being in the same room asDani.
My wallet came back out again faster than a soldier headed out on leave. My heart pounded. With a few clicks and my credit card number entered into the internet ether, all of a sudden, I knew what I was doing this summer, but I didn’t know if I’d crush her in theprocess.
