four days
I'm in Coimbra. I saw you for the first time in fourteen months.
You are smaller, and your hands are cold, and your eyes are exactly the same. You corrected my Portuguese, which you had never done before.
When Fátima left the room you held my hand and asked me, very quietly, in English, "And how is Luxembourg, João?"
I said cold.
You said, "I know. Four degrees." And you laughed until you coughed.