I chat with Vanoli from my office at the university. I tell him that I got my underwear back and premiered a pair on my baby date the night before. That the person we call Yamila has now asked for a blood sample and I have no idea how to get one. Vanoli says he'll prepare a report. He tells me the most relevant news from Facebook and insists I invite a dreadlocked poet out for a beer. He's been chatting with her for a week.

From the story Two Lightsabers, by Hernán Vanoli. Translated by Lisa Carter.


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