Prose,  Chapter

 1 Dream,1|           front. In the cafe sits Cufi with his moustache, and
 2 Dream,1|      having drunk it at home, and Cufi pulls back a chair for me
 3 Dream,1|    usually full of people I know. Cufi normally gets there at least
 4 Dream,1|         his morning coffee.~"Yes, Cufi... you're right... sell
 5 Dream,2|                  2.~I didn't know Cufi's wife. I had never even
 6 Dream,2|           Where do they do that?" Cufi asked me right off.~"No
 7 Dream,2|        format do you want it in?"~Cufi replied simply, "Make it
 8 Dream,2|          What's your wife's name, Cufi?"~"Anna," he replied, enunciating
 9 Dream,2| cheekbones and large, green eyes. Cufi's wife was the ideal woman.
10 Dream,2|         do you think?" I recalled Cufi's words. Who is this guy
11 Dream,3|          the back of the photo of Cufi's wife, Anna. Washington!
12 Dream,3|          t even have time to tell Cufi what had happened. I phoned
13 Dream,4|         on the ocean below me was Cufi's car. Cufi had set off
14 Dream,4|          below me was Cufi's car. Cufi had set off for America
15 Dream,4|           not sure whether or not Cufi still had both arms. He
16 Dream,5|     motive for needing to contact Cufi's wife.~"Hello? Anna...?
17 Dream,5|        wanted me to take back for Cufi, or ... if there's anything
18 Dream,6|           me to take the photo of Cufi's wife out of my pocket
19 Dream,6|         pronounced my name.~"I am Cufi's wife, Anna." she said.~
20 Dream,6|          s wife, Anna." she said.~Cufi's wife! Anna! She did not
21 Dream,6|          both the compliments and Cufi's plans to sell his car
22 Dream,6|     better not to say anything to Cufi... Have a good flight..."~
23 Dream,7|          the house to go to work.~Cufi was waiting for me at the