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\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d asked Kepa. \u201cWhat are we doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maite shrugged. \u201cI guess there must be another zatia around here, somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut, where? I\u2019m supposed to join the sheep camp in a few days. How are we supposed to look for the zatia if I\u2019m wandering these godforsaken hills?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe it\u2019s up there, with the sheep?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kepa collapsed into a chair. \u201cI highly doubt that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, I doubt it\u2019s in this kitchen, but that\u2019s where I\u2019m stuck for now.\u201d She grabbed a stack of plates. \u201cLet me finish cleaning and then we can talk. I think I saw a bar across the street. Let\u2019s meet there in an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet me help,\u201d said Kepa as he reached for a stack of bowls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEz. I\u2019ve got it. Just find us a table where we can talk in private.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kepa nodded as he stood up and went to his room to clean up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
His room was upstairs. He was sharing it with another recent arrival, who he had yet to meet. He wondered if he even would before he was supposed to head to the hills. His suitcase, which contained all of his worldly possessions, rested on the floor under the bed. He walked down to the communal bathroom and splashed some water into his face. Looking in the mirror, he stared at the face that stared back at him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat have you gotten yourself into this time?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It wasn\u2019t long before he found himself in the bar. It wasn\u2019t very crowded and he was able to find a small table for two in the corner. Not long after he sat down, Maite came in and joined him. She had changed out of her working uniform. She now wore a simple one-piece sleeveless blue dress that fell past her knees. Her hair was tucked into a tight fitting pillbox hat, her curls peaking out from the edges. As she approached the table where Kepa sat, he stood up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou look amazing!\u201d he gasped as he pulled out a chair for her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy thank you. You don\u2019t look too bad yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat would you like?\u201d asked Kepa as he motioned to the bar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA bee\u2019s knees, mesedez.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kepa looked at her quizzically as he made his way to the bar and soon returned with a cocktail and a beer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI have no idea what that is, but at least the bartender did,\u201d he said with a smile as he handed her the cocktail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kepa and Maite chinged glasses. They each took a sip and were starting to talk when they heard a loud voice bellowing in the background.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Kepa began stacking up some of the plates as another woman, dressed in the same uniform of a white blouse and red skirt, came in from the kitchen. He looked up. \u201cMaite!\u201d he exclaimed. \u201cI wasn\u2019t sure if you were here.\u201d Maite smiled as she helped clear the tables. \u201cI\u2019m here. Just so damn busy […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4410,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[2640,864],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4663","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-adventures-of-maite-and-kepa","category-bubers-basque-story"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/maite-and-kepa-v2-01.png","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2sYNu-1dd","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4663","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4663"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4663\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4664,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4663\/revisions\/4664"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4410"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4663"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4663"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}