All of a sudden a woman called out from the nearest ramshackle house: “Lola! Donde estas? Lola?”
Lola? A cool name, but the interruption was inconvenient. A flashlight went on, and the beam began sweeping the yard.
“Lola! What the hell?” The beam passed over us, came back, and stayed, circling us in bright light. “Dios mio! Aqui!” Very inconvenient, because we were occupied. And then just like that – in the way the very best things can sneak up on you – we weren’t! Lola scooted away and took off toward the house, glancing back once. Those small watchful eyes: I’d never seen anything quite like them. The next moment something got thrown at me, missing by a mile, whatever that was. “Perro malo – vayase!” Meaning what? Not sure, but I caught the tone and ambled off. I felt tip-top, just about the highest tip-top I can feel. It was great to be south of the border down Mexico way.