Issue 22 - 1992

Coe Review • Issue 22
“Let’s go back. It’s been 45 minutes,” said J. As we pulled on
to_____street again, there was Jose, sitting on his front porch just as
before. He jumped down all five steps and ran to meet us.
“I was wondering if you guys were coming back,” he smiled.
“Here, have an Italian Ice. Are you all right?” asked J.
“Bueno, but my cabesa hurts like hell,” he said. “How many
do you ladies want today?” “We’ll take eight, we have $160,” I
jumped in. “We might want more for tomorrow - say, where is
everyone on Sundays anyway?”
“Shit man, I go to church with my family, but I’ll meet you
here at 2:00, okay?” said Jose.
“We’ll be here, definitely,” said J.
The ride home was always very fast - even considering that
all speed limits were obeyed, of course. As we entered J.’s apartment
door the usual inaudible sigh of relief passed over both of us. J.
kicked off her shoes and put on her ridiculous slippers. I ran for the
glass of water and the spoons, and soon our heads were slumped
over to one side just like those stupid slippers.
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