Ramón and Cipriano were out by the lake. Cipriano also had changed into the white clothes and sandals, and he looked better than when in uniform.
“I had a talk with Montes when he came to Guadalajara,” Cipriano said to Ramón. Montes was the President of the Republic.
“And what did he say?”
“He is careful. But he doesn’t like his colleagues. I think he feels lonely. I think he would like to know you better.”
“Why?”
“Perhaps that you could give him your moral support. Perhaps that you might be Secretary, and President when Montes’ term is up.”
“I like Montes,” said Ramón. “He is sincere and passionate. Did you like him?”
“Yes!” said Cipriano. “More or less. He is suspicious, and jealous for fear anyone else might want to share in his power. He has the cravings of a dictator. He wanted to find out if I would stick to him.”
“You let him know you would?”
“I told him that all I cared for was for you and for Mexico.”