I couldn't hear the conversation very well, but Rosa suddenly caught a Southern accent and became completely helpless. She leaned against him and allowed him to put an arm around her while he tried to keep from looking down her front, unsuccessfully.
By the end of it, he was nodding, and she hugged him like a long-lost relative. Then she came back to the car.
"Get my big purse out from under your seat and open up that package into it." Rosa whispered to me. "While you're at it, clean out everything in that glove compartment."
The purse was a big black shoulder bag, with plenty of room in it. The package contained stacks of hundred-dollar bills, all used and none fresh. She took the shoulder bag and slung it over one shoulder, then carefully wobbled on the gravel toward the dingy-windowe
