He’s a Rodrigo, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.
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In a reflective mood, Knox said, “This reminds me of when my cousins and i used to drive the backroads of New Mexico. We’d shoot cans and tell stupid jokes. I had my first cigarette then. they’re like sneggs, I guess. And my first beer. My first time fixing an oil leak with bubble gum. Good memories, even if I don’t relate much to that life anymore.” Rodrigo said, “I fixed an oil leak with bubble gum once, in northern Morocco.” Shocked, Knox said, “What? How did I not know that? I wasn’t even sure you knew where an engine was! And when the hell were you in Morocco?” Grinning, Rodrigo winked at Knox and said, “If I don’t leave you a few mysteries about myself, you might stop thinking of me as bewildering.” Annoyed, Knox said, “I don’t think there’s any worry there.”
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“I was there studying Joujouka music…”
“You can’t even sing!”
“You sound just like them.”
We learn more about the tightly closed Knox!
What couples tell each other, and what they don’t.
If the game wasn’t fun, we wouldn’t play it.
Is Rodrigo related to Mr. Zorilla?
mmmmm….Could Be!