We were greeted by a pleasant middle-aged lady who escorted us into a refectory….
There were some pitchers of iced tea on the table, hopefully to be turned into wine. Nice-looking young men and women, alight with the Holy Spirit, brought out platters of food. I’d expected loaves and fishes, but we got rice and beans, and poultry that had come second in a cockfight.
from The Cuban Affair by Nelson DeMille (2017). No Recommendation.
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