'No,' I said.

We looked down as a swan boat slid under the bridge. A couple of kids in the front waved at us.

'I would have responded,' Susan said.

Chapter 33

We played six-man football in my junior high school. I played in the three-man backfield. Since the man who received the snap from center could not run the ball past the line of scrimmage, I played sometimes at the tailback position to pass and sometimes at left halfback to take a handoff and run. The high school coach had already been to see me about next year to be sure I didn't go to St. Mary's. And everybody said I was pretty good. Which I was.

There was a dance in the school cafeteria after the last game, the week before Thanksgiving, and I took Jeannie. Even though she wasn't exactly my girlfriend. There was cider and doughnuts and some pumpkins and some big paper turkeys and music on the speaker system. We danced a little. I didn't really know how to dance. Neither did she. In fact, neither did anyone else in the room. Most of the boys were interested in dancing close. Most of the girls were trying not to get stepped on. Everyone bumped into each other a lot. Standing around the rim, several teachers watched us carefully to make sure fun didn't break out in some unacceptable way.

'Do you know any Mexicans?' Jeannie said to me.

'Mexicans?' I said. 'You mean in Mexico?'

'No,' Jeannie said. 'Around here.'

'Yeah, sure,' I said. 'Guy named Alex Rios, he's a mason, works with us on a lot of jobs.'

'Us?'

'You know, I work with my father and my uncles in the summer,' I said. 'And a lot of weekends during school. One summer they weren't building anything, so I worked a couple months with a landscaping company run by Mr. Felice. Roberto Felice. All the workers but me were Mexican.'

'So you don't hate Mexicans,' Jeannie said.

'Like everybody else,' I said. 'Like some, don't like others.'

'My father hated all Mexicans,' she said.

'Your father probably hated all everything,' I said.

We bumped and stumbled our way around the dance floor again.

'Why you asking me about Mexicans?' I said.

The music stopped, so we got some doughnuts and some cider and went and sat on a couple of folding chairs.

'We never had any money,' Jeannie said. 'We always lived in poor neighborhoods.'

'Your old man never worked,' I said.

'That's right,' Jeannie said. 'So my mom had to work. She was a cocktail waitress at the country club, and it meant she had to work nights.'

'So who took care of you?'

'Mrs. Lopez,' Jeannie said.

I nodded.

'She lived next door,' Jeannie said. 'And she had a little boy, about my age. Aurelio.'

'Aurelio Lopez,' I said.

'You know him?'

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