By chance or design, it was now December 26, St Stephen’s Day, a special anniversary in Ximo’s story. He and the guys had met up a couple of times for dinner, either in the bar or in Jack and Joan’s rental cottage and he had shared his story as promised.
After he finished described that day with Gerardo, over fifty years ago, Ximo fell silent. He let his arm fall and gently stroked the young dachshund at his side. Neither Jack nor Joan spoke for a while. Jack shared out the remains of the b