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worry, Rita, I ain't goin' to do no tattletelling this time, just as long as you do like I said and take your fat ass home."
    Rita started walking in the direction of their house, waving back over her shoulder at her brother. "Bring me a pop when you come home," she called back as she continued on her way.
    Trying not to be observed, Dan watched the young girl walk away. Her legs were bowed just enough to give her that real sexual look as she walked. Widelegged, her young hips swayed smoothly with each long step she took.
    "She's too young for you, Dan," Curtis stated as he caught the look on his partner's face.
    "Hey, my man, you don't think I'd have any thoughts in that direction, would you? Shit, Curt, I look at Rita as if she's my young sister or something, man."
    "Yeah, I just bet you do," Curt replied slowly. "From the way you were digging her ass, I'd hate to see what you would do to your own sister!"
    "Aw, man," Dan said, guilt all over his face, "I'm sorry you think that way."

    "Forget it," Curtis replied as he began to lead the way toward the parked car. As they neared the Ford, a large, heavyset Mexican came out of the bar and stopped on the sidewalk. He spoke jokingly with the people lounging in front of the club.
    "What it is," Curtis stated as they neared the man. "I hear you're gettin' all the money in town, George."
    Fat George turned and smiled in his direction. "What's happenin', Curtis? Who you and Dan been rippin' off lately?" George asked him as they came up on the sidewalk.
    Both men grinned at the so-called "big man" as they neared him. "How about takin' us over on Hill Street? We got somethin' to pick up you might like," Curtis asked as they stopped in front of George.
    Fat George caught on at once. "Hey, man, you know I ain't no taxi, but this time I'll do it for you two guys, 'cause you're all right with me." George spoke loudly for the benefit of the idle loafers in front of the bar.
    Anything that was said would be repeated a hundred times after the men left. The loafers didn't have anything else to do but meddle in other people's business. Their lives were wasted. Most of them would never get any farther than Main Street in New Mexico. They would spend their whole lives in useless loafing in front of one bar or another. Then sometimes you'd find them piled inside someone's car, drinking and laughing.
    The door on the passenger side of the car was locked, so Curtis and Dan had to stand on the sidewalk and wait until George got in and unlocked the door. Before they pulled off, one of the loafers came away from the storefront and walked in front of the car. He came around to the driver's side. George let his window down quickly, removing the bored expression that flashed across it.

    "Yeah, Hip Daddy," George said to the small black man who approached the car, "what can I do for you?"
    "Hey, George, I couldn't help but overhear what ya said, so how about dropping me off up near Ninth Street. You're going right past there, you know, if you're takin' Curt and Dan up to Hill Street."
    "Yeah, man, I can dig what you're sayin', but if you heard what I said, you must not have heard the part I said about I ain't no fuckin' taxi, you dig? I'm doing Curtis a favor 'cause I want him to do somethin' for me, but I ain't got no time to drop you off on Ninth Street, Hip Daddy," George stated, then hit the button and ran his window back up before the man could say anything else.
    George spoke to the two men inside the car. "I can't get over the nerve of some of these niggers. I mean, look at that shit Hip Daddy is wearing. Them pants he got on are filthy. Now, common sense should tell him that I don't want him in my ride with all that grease on his clothes. Shit, I'd never get it out of this white upholstery I got. But if I was to tell him the truth, his feelings would be hurt, while I'd be in trouble if I was stupid enough to let him in my ride."
    Curtis had to agree with him. One look at the nasty overalls that