Our caravan pulls into Chapel Bell as the clock tolls eight. There aren’t many humans around, but the lights blaze at the stand in the square with the cow statue in front. It’s a prime specimen. Nice haunches. Really gets your mouth watering, and then you see the menu, and it’s instant disappointment.

We park our makeshift caravan, and I help Nuria out of the Jeep. Maybe I linger. The nip of her waist and swell of her hips are sweet as hell. Made for my grip. Her hands flutter to my chest. The lamplight shines in her eyes. I can’t tell if her pupils are blown wide like before...