Soft whisperings in town. Just where is Henry? He was supposed to return from Germany in October. Word is out that the invisible wife tried to sell his house next door but Spain has changed. It is no longer so easy for people to forge signatures and bribe the local officials. Quite a few local mayors are locked away at the moment.
House deals are no longer conducted in bars over a glass of brandy. The Italians have left long ago to be replaced with six foot five Russians.
I don't miss the sounds of Henry throwing up in the mornings but I hope he is okay. Nobody here would look for him.