The Connection
After they got back to the station, Sherri said, “What do you think, Lou?”
“I think you should have taken a left and cut through the park. You would have avoided the ever-present traffic jam at the expressway if you did.”
“I didn’t mean that, and you know it.”
“What were you talking about? Did you mean what did I think of the fruits at the gallery?”
“Lou, you can’t talk like that.”
“Why not? That’s what they were.”
“Santiago wasn’t gay, besides, if they were black, would you have called them ‘spades’ or ‘spooks’?”
“Probably. Maybe not with you here, but that’s not the point. I didn’t mean anything by it. No hard feelings. It’s just what they are, like an Irishman is a mick, an Italian a dago, a German a kraut, or a Puerto Rican a spic. It’s just that you young people
