“Step out.”
He walked into the corridor.
“Could you fetch me a coffee?” he asked of a guard.
“If you pay for it....”
“Of course I’ll pay. Send for a cup of coffee and toast, and a package of cigarettes.”
“Right away,” said the guard.
“What’s the time?” asked Manuel.
“Twelve.”
“If I didn’t have to stick in that hole I’d invite you to have a coffee with me; but....”
“You can have it out here. There’s enough in one cup for two.”