Wait for me and I'll show you around."She took off, easing him into a canter. I closed the back of the trailer and walked over to the corral, sitting ...n the top rail while I waited. I looked around and was impressed how well organized and maintained the place was. I could see a large patio/pool area behind the house. A man walked out of the house down towards the stable area. He stopped in front of me and pushed his hat up from his eyes.He looked to be somewhere around the middle years of the. The contrast between them could not have been greater. She was of Vietnamese heritage and good-looking, youthful, vivacious. She was waifish but still looked healthy in the way Asian girls could somehow get away with. She had something of the bewitching, winsome beauty that could make a woman dangerous. He, on the other hand, was a dirty looking Hispanic with gang tattoos and a Yankees cap and carried himself with false confidence and fabricated hostility. ‘Hi. Welcome. Come in,’ he greeted. You could almost taste the notes hovering in the cool breeze. As he began to play, everyone would get quiet, so quiet that all you heard was his guitar and the distant locusts singing along. Many times he talked as he played, sometimes telling a story, sometimes reciting a strange poem. His voice was deep and rhythmic, but he spoke quietly, just above a whisper. You had to keep very still and absolutely silent to hear him speak. ‘My brother, Bill built fences,’ he started, ‘so very long ago. He. The next day, Sunday, was quiet. I didn’t hear from Suzie Bowen. I usually didn’t on Sunday, it was always the typical day of rest for us, though I half expected at least get a phone call from her, with information or gossip about the wedding that I’d skipped. But she didn’t call.I spent the day at home. I packed up a couple of boxes of books that I wanted to take with me to college. Sorted through other things, childish things. Cracked my senior yearbook and looked at the pictures and.