The old man licked his lips watching me, over and over again, drawing one lip slowly across the other with a funereal absorption, like an undertaker dry-washing his hands.
Agure zaharrak, niri begira, ezpainak milikatu zituen, behin eta berriz, ezpain bat bestearen gainetik liluramendu goibelarekin pasatuz, hileta-etxeko jabeak eskuak igurtzitzen dituen bezala.