I call for Jessica at nine and we go to McDonald's for a snack before the film. We line up at the cash desk and when it's our turn I order a Big Mac Menu and Jessica a McChicken and a small Coca-Cola. Jessica is wearing purple leggings by Cavalli, a yellow stretch jumper and a silver goose-down jacket.
"It stinks so much in here that it puts you off your food," I observe as we sit down.
"You're always complaining," says Jessica.
"What time does the film start?"
"Half ten."
"Where is it on?"
"At the Emiro." The Emiro is the multi-cinema in Rubiera, on the road to Modena.
"OK," I say biting into my hamburger.
"Leo, I have to tell you something," says Jessica seriously.
"Shoot."
"I might be pregnant."
I choke on my hamburger. I put the Big Mac on the tray and start coughing.
"The other night the condom burst," continues Jessica tonelessly. "Do you remember?"
"Didn't you say you'd go to a gynaecologist and get the day-after pill?"
"Yes, I know..." says Jessica. "But then..."
"Then?"
"I forgot," she says, shrugging.
"You forgot!"
"Yeah."
"Well, I mean... great!"
"And anyway the day-after pill is shit," says Jessica with a tone that tends towards self-justification. "A friend of mine took it... She said she was out of sorts for a week."
"Do you prefer being pregnant?"
"No, but..."
"The fact is that my period should have started today," says Jessica glumly. "You know, I'm usually as punctual as a Swiss watch."
"Maybe you're just a bit late," I say.
"It's never happened before."
"What do you mean, never?"
"Never."
I look at the Big Mac on the tray. I've lost my appetite.
"Can you imagine what would happen if I was pregnant."
"There'd be all hell to pay."
"It's one of those things that changes your life, you know?"
"What a discovery."
"I don't want to have a baby, Leo."
"I do, of course."
"If I decided to have an abortion, would you try to stop me?"
"I don't know."
We sit in silence for a while.
"Shall we go?" asks Jessica.
"Yes."
We get up and I smoke a cigarette in silence in front of McDonalds, then I throw the stub on the ground.
We arrive at the multi-cinema and I park. We buy our tickets at the cash desk, walk into the dark cinema, we sit next to each other and we watch the trailers of other films showing during the holidays.

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LAST CUBA LIBRE
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