“Thank you, son,” replied the priest.
Baldy laughed aloud. It amused him to have a priest, at least twenty years younger than Guadalupe, call him son.
“They sent for yuh, did they?” asked Baldy, addressing the priest.
“So I believe.”
“Uh-huh.”
Baldy squinted narrowly at Guadalupe, who turned toward the kitchen.
“Say, Stevie,” he said thickly, “what’s the idea of this priest comin’ here? Who sent for him?”
Guadalupe hesitated for a moment before pointing at Gonzales.
“Ask Gonzales.”
“Buena,” laughed Gonzales. “I can tell you. It is to marry Gonzales that the priest comes, my friend.”