Pretty to Think So. Enrique Fernández

cherub. I took note. This is a woman who could be seduced by a man skilled at stroking the female ego. In other words, by me.

      I also concluded, from her comments to the director, that she was rather lonely in this festival, in this city. A lonely, vulnerable woman I had desired for a good part of my life…alone!…in my hometown! Even as I tried to concentrate on my work as a reporter, a bird of prey inside my consciousness was sharpening his talons.

      The luncheon passed, the afternoon passed, the full day and night passed. The following day I went about the business of reporting my story. I was returning to my hotel room at the Habana Libre after lunch when, in a crowded elevator, I found myself, once again, next to Dominique Sanda. I said hello and mentioned we were sitting next to each other the day before. She apologized for not recognizing me because I was wearing dark sunglasses. The elevator was rising to our separate destinations as she took a good look at me. The way a woman looks at a man.