Marina was about eight years older than my sister Tencha, so this made her about eighteen years older than me. She was presently a reporter for the New York Times. When she was in high school, she’d won the Underwood Typewriter typing contest, doing well over a hundred words a minute without a single mistake, setting a national record. She attributed her fast hands to her cotton-picking days as a young girl in Scottsdale, Arizona.
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For the very first time, I understood what mi papá had been telling me all these years about his very own father, the great Don Juan, straight from Spain, and how he’d only liked and loved his blue-eyed children, the ones like himself, and had never even recognized his dark Indian-looking children like my dad.
"Look at me closely, amigo," said my dad. "Here is a hundred-dollar bill just to start with. Thirty dollars of this is for you to put in your own pocket right now. Capiche?" The bartender's whole attitude changed. Suddenly he wasn't tired anymore. "Yes, mi general, entiendo!" he said. "Good, and give another twenty to the chef in back and ten to the dishwasher. That leaves forty for my son and me to drink and eat a little something." "But of course!" said the barkeeper. "The whole place is open for you! Which tequila would you like?" he added anxiously. "Herradura, and a couple of Modelo cervezas." "I like Dos Equis," I said. "The dark one." "Okay," said my dad, "one Modelo and one dark Dos Equis." The bartender was flying, moving, truly enjoying the whole show. My dad winked at me. "Like I always say, to tip after the meal is stupid. Tip first and big, and the whole world changes."