"I have no fears of you," Pepe said. "Get in."
Hall held onto Jerry's hand as he described the sights that rolled by their window. Big Pepe handled the car like a model tourists' chauffeur. It rolled along smoothly, not too quickly, and when Hall tapped him on the shoulder he would stop, the motor running softly while Hall made his explanations to Jerry.
At six, Hall and Jerry agreed to have one last drink before parting for the night. "Let's ask the driver, too," he suggested. "He's a nice guy."
"Sure. So are you."
"Pepe, how about joining us for a drink at that bar near the Libro del Mundo?"
Pepe turned around and grinned at them. "With many thanks," he said. "I will join you."
"If we don't all join our ancestors first. Watch the road, you Asturian murderer!"
"I take it," Jerry laughed, "you were telling him to keep his eyes on the wheel."
"You're learning the language, muchachita."
They found an empty table on the sidewalk. Hall and Jerry had Scotch and sodas. Big Pepe ordered coffee. He was very happy to be with them. He beamed continuously at the girl, and to Hall he swore that never had he seen a more magnificent woman. "Of course," he purred, "she could stand more meat, but for a gringo, she is most magnificent."