“ Shouldn’t they be following closer ? ” I asked while thinking the 50 yards between us to be a rather large distance. Alfonso’s answer was to merely floor it as the Willey’s ate up the road quicker and the tropical fruit growing acres screamed by while Alfonso‘s men struggled to keep up.
“ So tell me Alfonso “ I said trying to seem nonchalant….
“ You need a permit for that thing down here ? “ I was referring to the .357.
“ Sure…. I got one “ he said and as the Willys took another corner sideways he pulled a 200 peso note from his shirt pocket to wave in the air.
“ You people up north ridicule this “ he said meaning bribes …. “ but down here it’s a system that works pretty well .”
But I was thinking it wasn’t so different than here….Every thing is correct and proper as long as you have the 200 peso note in your shirt pocket…no matter where you go.
