"How much do I owe you?" Hall shouted.
"Mañana, compañero, mañana." Big Pepe had to stick his head out of the window and look back, while the car moved ahead, to answer Hall. One more mañana, the American thought, and the reliable driver would drive his car through a wall. He watched the car turn the corner on two wheels.
Souza was still on duty. He handed Hall the key to his room. "You look very tired, Señor Hall," he said. "I hope you sleep well."
"Thank you. Good night, amigo." When he got to his room, he phoned down to the desk.
"I forgot," he said. "But if that cabrón of a waiter is still on duty, could you send up a bottle of mineral water with the elevator operator?"
"Of course. The operator is no cabrón."
"Thanks. And by the way, didn't I meet you the last time I was in San Hermano?"
"No, Señor. But if you will pardon me for presuming, I feel in a sense as if we are old friends, in a sense."
"Old friends?"
"Yes, Señor. You see, I have read your book."