Though an hour had passed, the Cantina de Espejos was still without customers, and the band still hadn’t managed to get in tune.
The haphazard musicians saw Yaquita reenter and began to play with terrified enthusiasm. They didn’t sound any better after all their practicing, but Yaquita ignored them as she marched past the mirrors and up the curving stairs. She strode through the balcony door into the bedroom.
Smith lay where he had fallen unconscious on the floor, in exactly the same position. Yaquita closed the door, locked it and stared with lip-curled disdain at him.
“Pedrito!” She spat in his direction, but decided not to throw anything else, for now. She glared for another moment, filled with repugnance which turned to resignation. She was a passionate woman, but she wondered how s
