A woman held a newspaper over us both in Chapultepec Park

The storm came in so fast at Chapultepec Park that I just stood under a tree and gave up. A woman holding a folded newspaper over her head said, come, and we walked together to the exit, both soaked on one side, neither of us talking. At the gate we started laughing at exactly the same moment. She went one way and I went the other. I do not know her name. I think I took her laugh home. It was in my coat. It was wet.