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his Americans are the best attitude and he can be quite condescending. I am going to admit that Señor Marquis is always dead on with his jokes, but Ryan is a very sensitive Americano. Ryan never can handle his tequila, he does not get angry or silly, and he just throws up. He is laughing and chuckling at Señor Marquis jokes. Ryan is wasted gone and there is no way he is getting on a small catamaran tonight. Then I realize that the boat left already. I look at Ryan and I ask, totally taking advantage since I know he can’t lie drunk, “So, Rye, why are you here?”
    He looks at me like he is sober and responds, “I want my wife back before she shacks up with a surfer boy,” he gestures with his head toward Parker. Now I am blindsided with his comment, he must be drunk, I think to myself and know that Katie told him too much information.
    I look him into the eye and ask, “Where are you planning on staying tonight?”
    He admits that Katie told him that I have a pull out couch.  “I am staying on your pull out coach tonight, but not tomorrow night though.” he sighs his voice into silence. My mind again plays on the tequila filled words that he is leaving tomorrow, but I raise my hand to close out his check so I can get him home up the hillside.
     
    I walk over to the bar to pay the tab and Parker speaks very quietly, “Maybe I should run and get your Land Cruiser for you, so you can bring him back to your house”.
    I turn to Parker with a constant nod, “Nah, but thank you, I think the walk in the dark will help him sober up”.
    Parker smiles at me “See you tomorrow Olivia.” I look back at Ryan and wonder why he got so wasted. He never drinks like this and the last time he did was over ten years ago. I just keep thinking that he is going to be so sick later tonight.
     
    I head back to the table and start picking up my school bag and Ryan’s bag. “Rye, it is time to go,” I speak sternly.
    “How about one or two for the road?” he says turning toward Rosalie.
    “No Ryan, I have to get home before it is completely dark and I have to work in the morning,” I say as I am lifting him by his elbow. He stands and follows me down the two steps. I am walking pretty fast as we are losing light pretty fast.
    “What is your hurry?” Ryan asks as he speeds up his step to be in line with me walking.
    “I do not like to walk in the dark up the hillside, there are too many animals,” I say as I keep my gaze forward watching for movement on the road.
    “Ooh I see the jungle” he snorts out a laugh, “How come you do not drive to school, do you have a car?” he asks.
    I see Katie left out some details. “Yes, I have an old Land Cruiser and I do not like to waste gas, plus in order to get more gas, I have to get half way to Límon in Cahuita. I like to save the gas for market trips,” I reply.
    “Wow, is money that tight for you? Katie said something that you were seriously penny pinching,” he asks.
    “No, money is not tight. It is different here. Not like you can jump in the car and have all amenities one mile down the road. You have to plan your purchases for those days when you travel to the market,” I respond like I am giving a teenager a lesson on life planning.
    “Geez, how far is your house? I feel like I am going to crash on these loose rocks under my feet,” he announces like he is annoyed.
    “I live close to 4 kilometers from town.” I speed up my pace.
    “What the hell, kilometers, really Livi? How many miles is that and is it really all up hill. The tequila is hitting me hard and I think I am sweating it out my pores,” he pants out the words with that New Jersey Italian accent.
    “Just about 2.5 miles and yes all up hill. You really need to be careful with the alcohol here. Much stronger and easier to get dehydrated,” I spoke.
    “I am already dehydrated,” he slurs out.
     
    We walk for another 17 minutes not speaking a word to each other. I think Ryan is really concentrating on