Earlier, back at San Antonio, I had promised Dean, as a joke, that I would get him a girl. It was a bet and a challenge. As I pulled up the car at the gas station near sunny Gregoria a kid came across the road on tattered feet, carrying an enormous windshield-shade, and wanted to know if I’d buy.
" You like? Sixty peso. Habla Espanol? Sesenta peso. My name Victor. "
" Nah, " I said jokingly, " buy senorita. "
" Sure, sure! " he cried excitedly. " I get you gurls, onny-time. Too hot now, " he added with distaste. " No good gurls when hot day. Wait tonight. You like shade? "
I didn’t want the shade but I wanted the girls. I woke up Dean. " Hey, man, I told you in Texas I’d get you a girl - all right, stretch your bones and wake up, boy; we’ve got girls waiting for us. "
" What? what?
