Chapter 26

“What’s the matter with you, Keith?” he said to me one evening in George’s kitchen while we were waiting for George, to head out to El Convento Rico. “How come you don’t dance?”

I frowned and then shrugged. Zvika, however, continued to look at me. Finally, I rolled my eyes and said, “I’m not very good at it. Okay?”

I felt embarrassed as I said this, but Zvika didn’t seem to register this.

“Don’t you likedancing?” He seemed genuinely puzzled, like a straight acquaintance had once reacted upon discovering my lack of interest in women.

I shrugged. “I like watchingdancing.”

He must have taken that in, for when we were at the club, several times I had the distinct impression that he was dancing for me. It was when he began to dance in a more teasing, provocative fashion, moving the hips and the pelvis, and orienting himself so that I would get the best view of this. He never gave himself away by looking at me, but I felt he was actually performing for me.