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me more about this little amorous adventure.”
    I’d mentioned earlier my night with the Mexican girl, and Cam had been intrigued.
    â€œNot much to tell,” I said. “We just walked around downtown a bit.”
    â€œAnd in her room?”
    â€œLooked at some photographs.”
    â€œPhotographs!” He sounded exasperated. “Please tell me they were at least nude ones.”
    When I didn’t reply, he said, “Mr. Patterson, Mr. Patterson,” and shook his head and slapped the top of the steering wheel. “With these women you got to take them . That’s what they expect. It’s part of their culture. You have to be macho .”
    I laughed nervously.
    â€œI’m serious . Don’t tell me you’re going to do what you did with that girl at university, the one you wrote me about—Sandy or whatever the hell her name was, that blond one you had the hard-on for—sit around, drive her to meet her boyfriends. Un fucking believable.”
    â€œDo you want to meet her?”
    He looked at me. “Me? Why me?”
    â€œYou like Spanish women.”
    â€œI’ve got enough trouble with the Brazilian.”
    â€œThat’s the one we’re going to meet today?”
    â€œMaybe. She might be there. I’m not sure.” He leaned forward and flexed his muscles, grunting.
    The middle lane on the bridge now open, the traffic ahead of us thinned.
    When we got on the bridge deck, I looked at the city on our left, its slender, glittering glass towers rising above the edge of Stanley Park’s green mass. No matter how many times I saw it, it always seemed to promise something.
    Just as we got to the middle of the bridge, Cam said something—but with the windows down, the breeze and the swish of passing cars it was impossible to hear.
    â€œWhat?” I said leaning back, the gust of wind and the sunlight in my eyes.
    â€œâ€¦tell you about last night?”
    â€œYou had to take the friend to the hospital?”
    â€œYeah—but it’s even crazier than that,” he shouted and interrupted the conversation with an eight-second rendition of G N’ R’s “You’re Crazy.”
    â€œThis girl, the Brazilian, she’s crazy. Last night we went to the Cambie for drinks. Halfway through the evening this other girl—this friend of hers, the one I had to take to the hospital—gets all hot and shaky. So we take her to emergency. We’re thinking someone’s put something in her drink. But the girl, she’s O.D.—ing on coke.”
    He looked searchingly at me.
    â€œBut you know what’s incredible about this Brazilian girl. I wanted to stay with her friend, to make sure she was alright. But the Brazilian girl, she wanted to go back partying. Can you believe that? Your friend almost dies and you want to go out again and party!”
    â€œI guess she’s Livin’ La Vida Loca, ” I said.
    Cam laughed. “Yeah, livin’ la vida loca.”
    I looked over and saw that he was enjoying the thought.
    â€œHow about the friend, the one in the hospital?”
    â€œI took her flowers at the hospital and she seemed okay.”
    â€œA real Don Quixote,” I said.
    â€œBut this cop —you should’ve seen this fuckin’ chink. He was waiting for me when I came out of the hospital, when I got in the car. He was like, ‘Excuse me sir. Have you had anything to drink?’ and I said ‘No, I just took my friend to the hospital,’ and he said ‘Come on. You must have had something to drink,’ and I said, ‘No. I’ve not had anything to drink,’ and he said, ‘You must have had a drink of your friend’s beer,’ and I said, ‘No’ and he said, ‘ Come on , buddy, just a sip. You must have had a sip—’ Fuck. I swear. I wanted to smack that guy.”
    â€œWhat happened?”
    â€œThe fucker, he took away my