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For R and B

I was the first to arrive - table three, please, "and sat down to wait for them. That

remembered both our weekly meal was the meal each week, even if it was more than seven months since we sat down to eat three and arrange a menu world at the hour of freedom, and probation, they gave us at work. It had all started

Porquesi . R and I were very close, so we could afford even bailouts daily lunch, and was a real break to find a friend to hear, even smell, in the midst of this gray area of \u200b\u200boffice towers and service doors. B worked a little further, but spoiled, sometimes, a short subway ride down to eat with us. It used to be a message at about 11 am

- Girls Want to grab lunch?

And we ate. And that became a makeshift ritual, we avoided restaurants colleagues who attended, we took reeds, we told the miseries, in order, and took care of us, and we returned to the office a little drunk and with superpowers. What luck.

Actually, it was all a ceremony orchestrated and premeditated by B, who had the afternoon shift and decided he needed a weekly conclave to survive without the cane after work. To us it was very funny how seriously he took it: the weekly luncheon was irreducible, essential, irreplaceable.

was one of those lunches that said we would, B.
In Madrid the whole world is going all the time, so we did not take it very seriously. Until he left. And then I stopped working in the neighborhood of the gray men, and R was abandoned to his fate and said in French classes.

So that lunch, an after life, was something unique and everything everyday. R

arrived quickly, but I was on the phone, so I did not pay much attention until I hung up, and it was she who was on the phone. That was when I saw the sadness and eyes red.
Crisis, nothing happens, what sort of weekly lunch.

B was like a whirlwind, sat down and began speaking without noticing the red eyes or the faces of dismay. When informed of the crisis, heard carefully all the details that R could tell, sobbing, while I was long sips of beer and mouth lFill potatoes with aioli.

After a brief pause he looked at us, waving from side to side the head, to last sentence, solemn, final:

- Look, he needs is to eat more fruits and vegetables, for starters.

Sometimes you never know what check something much less until they have ahead.