Across the lobby, a handsome older man with a mustache and thick mane of silver hair stands beside his wife. She is wearing a gorgeous blue satin gown. The front of her dress scoops low beneath her full bosom. They are watching me, smiling, and whispering. I can feel their eyes tracking me as I move about the room. I worry I have done something to upset them. I have only experienced Mamacita’s wrath once, but it was enough. I do not want to experience it again.
As I’m heading back to the bar to replenish my drink tray, the couple moves toward me, they cut me off. In the corner of my eye, I see Senora Bella watching me like a hawk. Where is Senor Harry? He would know what to do.
“You’re new here,” the woman says.
“Come here, Luz,” the man orders in a tone that infers he is accustomed t
