cried Dean, blowing it a kiss.
Victor was proud of us and proud of himself. " Now you like bath? " he asked. Yes, we all wanted wonderful bath.
And he directed us to the strangest thing in the world: it was an ordinary American-type bathhouse one mile out of town on the highway, full of kids splashing in a pool and showers inside a stone building for a few centavos a crack, with soap and towel from the attendant. Besides this, it was also a sad kiddy park with swings and a broken-down merry-go-round, and in the fading red sun it seemed so strange and so beautiful. Stan and I got towels and jumped right into ice-cold showers inside and came out refreshed and new. Dean didn’t bother with a shower, and we saw him far across the sad park, strolling arm in arm with good Victor and chatting v
