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gateway and into the doorway. They go look-see, like the garbage men in Montréal. Then, the run-over guy, he say, “Vamoose,” like they do in the movie. Rose-Marie and I figure they must be two sailor, who sneak in the Club de Tenís for some back and forth with the ball – and the bracelet, it for some bet what the one guy win.
    â€œTwo handsome guy,” say Rose-Marie, “and that bracelet with the love charm heart look pretty good to this old bird.”
    Morning and afternoon, lotsa women go in there, to the Club de Tenís . Handsome, well-preserve’ women like Rose-Marie. When the limo leave them, they show a lot of the leg in white short. Lot of brown Mexican leg. It make you want to hit that furry ball, whip that feather birdie all day. This what one of the two sailor is twirl – white cork head of that feather birdie wit’ his finger. And while one is kissing his bracelet with the love charm heart – this other sailor is suck the cork on his birdie.
    I touch this here lucky charm that he kiss, but Rose-Marie is giving me the instruction, “Jean Rubinsky, the police,” and “Jean Rubinsky, the ambulance;” and I say, “I take no gold heart off this sailor.” I touch his lucky charm like I say sorry for you, sailor; I sure would like to know you better. An’ I wan’ tell him some thing – like I know you are one cute guy, an’ my Rose-Marie not mind to have you in her bed. But, I sure as hell glad some taxi make the pizza out of you first.
    Now, Rose-Marie, she want me to telephone. “Jean, you make the report to this Mr. Tiger. Jean, you can tell it to him in French, tell him in the English. Jean, in Mexican, like it say in the paper.’ Now, Rose-Marie read it and I read it in the Montreal Magazine, about this Hot-Dog-Eater Chief of Police. Ex-Mountie, Manitoba, then Montréal, then Acapulco. He say Montréal get too crazy with the violence, and why just be the constable or sergeant in Montréal when he qualify for Chief and get more pay for give the criminals target practice in Acapulco.
    And on top, he have family here in Acapulco, and he have this licence from the UNAM. Some guy tell me it the Mexico University, not United Nations, and I think – the Hot-Dog-Eater is educated man. He listen. He know I got no beef with this road accident. I take no bracelet. I take a look is all – jus’ make sure the guy is the one I see kissing the other guy before Hornos Shore Patrol catch them. Big Mexican abrazo – each guy suck the other up, like two Pepsi on one hot-damn day.
    â€œBut this run-over guy still got his wallet,” I tell Rose-Marie. “This mean he is jus’ run-over. Not no victim in no robbery.”
    â€œAh-oui,” Rose-Marie, she yell at me – “ne touches pas ça!”
    Okay, I got my fingerprint on the dead sailor wallet. I rub them off, but that when I remember what like I see from the corridor back of our room. I waiting for Rose-Marie to finish fix the hair. That corridor got windows that look inland and I got my big glasses that can see all the way to Japan.
    It morning and the Club de Tenís get lotsa light from the east and I see the run-over sailor and this other sailor wrestle in their tennis short. On the tennis court – on the roof, they do like that lambada. One of them get the other from behind and he hold him. Hand in his pant, for squeeze him, like kids do when they play like they are mad at each other. Except Rose-Marie, she tell me, now that she have a good look, now that she have the hair combed out of her eye, “ Ils sont fou d’amour ,” crazy in love.
    Two ladies come out, start play, make pretty shot. They bend for pick up the ball and look at them two sailor, to watch see a smile at their nice move with that bat and the ball. Now, those guy are off each other back. And, the two sailor boy smile at the women like the women are the