La Rabanitos was scandalized at the news.
“What good are you going to be as a nude model when you haven’t any tits?” she shrilled, in her high voice.
“Naw! I suppose you’ve got them!”
“When it comes to that, I may not have any special reason for getting a swelled head,” sneered La Rabanitos. “But I’ve got a better figure than you.”
“Hell you have!” retorted the other, and affecting to pay no attention, she turned to chat with Vidal. La Rabanitos then took possession of Manuel and recounted her troubles with all the seriousness of an old woman.
“Boy, I’m all in,” she confessed. “Naturally weak.... And then men are so brutal.... When they find a girl like that, they do as they please, of course, and everybody steps all over you.”
Manuel heard what La Rabanitos was saying; but exhaustion and drowsiness precluded him from understanding. Two other girls entered the shop with a couple of vagabonds; one of the young men had a pudgy face, clouded eyes and an expression compounded of ferocity and cynicism. All four were drunk. The women began to insult everybody in the place.
“Who are those women?” asked Manuel.
“A couple of scandalous dames.”
“See here, let’s be going,” suggested Vidal to his cousin, with the prudence that characterized him.