They all walked slowly to the gates of the cemetery—those in front waited for the rest to catch up.
"Let's all have a drink," suggested Evelyn, as she began to open the quart she still had.
They all gathered around, passing the bottle, talking in low tones, starting to repair the damage done to their make-ups by the tears.
"We had better be getting back to town," remarked Pearl, and they all started down the road, towards town, walking in little groups.
"Just think—that might have been any one of us," said Mickey, "It wouldn't have mattered who was with Juan Moros when Negro Noche came in—she would have shot anyone she found with him."
"Yeah—you're right, Mickey—it might have been any one of us. Juan was a nice fellow to everyone, but Noche is a bad bitch—don't let anybody fool you about that, but she won't get away with this—his people will see to that," answered Evelyn.
Pearl, Evelyn and Mickey were the first to arrive on the Sixteenth of September Street—the rest of the girls had split into the usual groups that they usually ran in, and came straggling along behind.
"Let's go on down to the Central, and have a few drinks and rest awhile, and let this wear off," suggested Evelyn.
"O. K." said Mickey, as they were nearing the railroad tracks.
"Jees—look coming," said Pearl, pointing down the tracks.