“I have it.”
“Holy Moses! Jack—I'm going to call you Jack—why didn't you say something about this while we were on the steamer together?”
“Why, we played crib' and dominoes most of the way down, when I wasn't seasick, and we talked about other things. By the way, Ricardo—I'm going to call you Rick for short—do you happen to have any relatives in this country?”
“Yes, a number of second and third cousins. One lot bears the same family name.”
“No relatives in the United States?”
“No.”
“Coming down on the steamer, I didn't like to appear curious, but all the time I wanted to ask you one question.”
“Ask it now.”
“Are you a Sobrantean?”
“I was born in this country and raised here until I was fourteen.”