“Very nice,” I said. “About twenty-six arrobas. Very short horns. Haven’t you seen them?”
“Oh, yes,” said Romero.
“They won’t weigh twenty-six arrobas,” said the critic.
“No,” said Romero.
“They’ve got bananas for horns,” the critic said.
“You call them bananas?” asked Romero. He turned to me and smiled. “You wouldn’t call them bananas?”
“No,” I said. “They’re horns all right.”
“They’re very short,” said Pedro Romero. “Very, very short. Still, they aren’t bananas.”
“I say, Jake,” Brett called from the next table, “you have deserted us.”
“Just temporarily,” I said. “We’re talking bulls.”