May 28, 2017
Larra told me that he’d been sober since our last outing. We had spent the greater part of an evening drinking Negronis in a theatre bar. It had been an expensive and very drunken night. Even in his wasted state, Larra had felt such guilt at my paying the exorbitant drinks tab that he had transferred money on the fly for half the amount to my account. That had been two and a half months ago. I have drunk since then and wonder if I have made such a bad impression that Larra does not want to be like me.