“Morning, Titi,” Juan said, while eating bacon and eggs sloppily. He got slapped across the head.“Pinche chico sucio! Wipe your damn mouth for o...ce!” His aunt, Isa said harshly, but with love. Isa was a foul-mouthed Puerto Rican who migrated to New York. Men went wild for her. Isa had a slim, model-type figure with a beautiful face, long legs, and fit figure.“Ow,” said Juan.“Oh, please. That doesn’t hurt. You play football,” Isa said.“You’re strong, Titi,” Juan said, looking back.Juan looked in. I'd even run the beatermobile through the carwash—the same wash I'd worked at—and cleaned out, err, up ... the inside. Just how long had that half a sandwich been under the seat?"You excited to be back?" I asked her after we got in the car."Excited doesn't cover it, Tommy. God, I've missed seeing you every day, you and Cindy and Greg and, well, everybody!" Everybody? Including Adams?" I kidded her."Well, maybe not him. Or that snob Jason either, I guess, but just about everybody else."We walked. I ordered a bottomless coffee and settled back to read the paper enjoying the morning sun on my body, reading the paper and sipping my coffee, I had a few smokes and was about to call for a waiter to order a meal, when a man came out of the restaurant and headed towards me, he looked at me, smiled, and offered his hand, I was somewhat surprised but I took his hand and he introduced himself as Andy, he told me he had been sitting inside watching me and noticed I was a smoker, he asked if he. "Cripes! Did he just do what I thought he did?" His gravely voice rose above the crowd in the celestial bar.One nodded. "And it just started raining. Great move, Casanova." One shook her head and sympathized with her poor victim. Melanie Goodwin made a rude gesture to Theodore."Oy-vay! Did she just do what I saw her do?" Two cringed."Yep. See what happens when you turn your back for one second?" Hey, don't worry. I'll fix it. Just watch this." Two chewed his cigar a few more times before.