CHAPTER FOURTEEN
They ate supper together outside in the patio, Memo, Chucho, and Dolores Delgado.
Tires crackled on the gravel outside on the path to the garage, and a car came to a screeching halt.
"Who can that be?" Memo asked. He looked through the shrubbery and saw a servant trudging toward a dusty taxicab. The passenger got out immediately, inexplicably dressed in a formal corrida attire.
"It looks like Paquito Zacatecas," Memo said.
"What does that clown want?" Chucho put in.
Dolores saw the man, too, and laughed. "He looks like a roving gypsy to me!"
"Hola, Chucho - Memo," Paquito called excitedly. He nodded to Dolores, then turned and tossed his cape into the cab. "Wait for me," he said. When he reached the table where the trio were eating, he was out of breath.
"Come sit
