Eyes
May 28, 1985: I never realized how important eye language could be. Eye language as far as two people in love, I mean. When I walked into his office, Luis got up, held out his hand and could not say anything. Neither could I. We just looked at each other. Then I sat down. He finally broke the ice by saying something about my Tia. I said fine, all I was able to manage. Then he asked me about me, very brief sentences. Why was I still in Argentina? I wished I knew the answer to that one, too.
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