The taller thief, behind the fortune teller, is Reynaldo. In some tangled logic, that’s an homage to Ronald Reagan. The man pouring the wine….he’s tricky. For a long time, I believed he was a soldier, but he’s not. No armor. No weapon. And he’s serving them. So figuring out his relationship to others in the picture will be my job. In the meantime, a name. Joseph. There are reasons, but none that matter—and it may help me form his character as I go on. That leaves three. By the end of today, I’ll name them.
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