“He’s drunk.”
“Jake,” Mike called. “Tell him bulls have no balls!”
“You understand?” I said.
“Yes.”
I was sure he didn’t, so it was all right.
“Tell him Brett wants to see him put on those green pants.”
“Pipe down, Mike.”
“Tell him Brett is dying to know how he can get into those pants.”
“Pipe down.”
During this Romero was fingering his glass and talking with Brett. Brett was talking French and he was talking Spanish and a little English, and laughing.