Chapter Nine
When Heather went back on the stage it was strangely quiet except for the throbbing music. The men seemed subdued. She quickly became aware of a young Mexican in a white suit. He wore a white Panama hat. Even his shoes were white. As he moved toward the stage the men stepped back making a pathway for him. Heather stood still watching him approach. She didn’t know whether to begin to dance or not. He stood at the edge of the stage looking up at her. His lean face was deeply tanned, his eyes blue. “You are Heather, the American?” His voice was soft, gentle.
She felt herself blushing, “Yes, yes I am.”
“Your crazy uncle marry you to some creature he created, half man half ape, that right?”
“Yes, but it’s not what you think.”
“Don’t matter. You’re as pretty as they said. You
