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〃Stop crapping your pants； will you？ You got nothing but small…time guts； you know that？ You're just like my old man。 He talks like a senator。 A real wheel。 Always telling me about Puerto Rico。 Who cares about that damn island？ I was born here； right in this city。 I'm a real American。 But he's always telling me what a big shot he was in San Juan。 You know what it turns out he done there？ I found out from one of my uncles。 You know what he done？〃
〃What？〃
〃He fixed bicycles for a living。 So that's the big wheel。 Big talk that's all。 But small…time guts。〃
〃I got as much guts。。。〃
〃Sure； so you see Alfie's mother out for a stroll； and you start shaking。 You know what you're gonna be when you grow up？〃
〃No。 What？〃
〃A guy who fixes bicycles。〃 ； 〃Aw； e on。 I。。。〃
〃Or a guy who shines shoes。〃
〃I never *shined a pair of shoes in my life！〃 Cooch said proudly。 〃I don't even shine my own shoes！〃
〃That's wflfy you look like a slob；〃 Zip said； and then abruptly turned'his head。 Someone was approaching。
2
The sailor had rounded the corner as Cooch spoke。 He was a tall； blond man … well； not exactly a man； and yet not a boy。 He was perhaps twenty…two years old； and he had reached that mysterious boundary line which divided a man from a boy； but he was still straddling the line so that it was impossible to think of him as a boy； and yet stretching a point to consider him a man。 Man or boy； he was quite drunk at the moment He walked with the sailor's habitual roll； but the roll was somewhat frustrated by his erratic drunken weaving。 His white hat was perched precariously on the back of his head； and his white uniform was spotlessly clean； reflecting the early…morning sunshine with a dazzling brilliance。 He stopped on the corner； looked up at the sign over the luncheonette； mumbled something to himself； shook his head violently； and then continued up the street。
Zip stifled a laugh and nudged Cooch in the ribs。
〃Ten bucks says I know what he's looking for；〃 Cooch said； grinning。
〃Never mind what he's looking for。 Go get Sixto and Papa。
Tell them I'm waiting； and tell them I'm getting slightly p。o。'd。 Now move。〃
〃Don't get excited；〃 Cooch said； but he moved up the street quickly； passing the drunken sailor who had headed back towards the luncheonette。 The sailor was in that sort of haze where everything seems to involve a decision meriting vast concentration and deliberation。 He stopped at each building； studied the numerals； shook his head solemnly； and finally wound up in front of the luncheonette again； still shaking his head。 He studied the sign； considered the vast symbolism in the words LUIS LUNCHEONETTE； pondered this symbolism for a while； shook his head again； and was beginning to retrace his steps down the street when Zip said； 〃Help you； sailor？〃
〃Huh？〃 the sailor asked。
〃You look lost；〃 Zip said。 His manner was quite pleasant。 He grinned warmly and the sailor responded to the grin immediately； the lost wanderer accepting the first friendly hand。
〃Listen；〃 he said drunkenly； 〃where's La 。。。 La Galli。。。 La 。。。 Listen； I was talking to a guy inna bar downtown； you know？ An' we began discussin'。。。〃 He stopped and studied Zip with drunkenly profound narrowness。 〃Listen； how old are you？〃
〃Seventeen；〃 Zip said。
〃Oh。〃
The sailor tabulated this silently； his mind whirring。 He nodded。 〃Okay； then。 I didn't wanna impair the morals of a 。。。 so this guy an' me； we were discussin' 。。。 well； I was sorta expressin' my desire for sorta climbin' into bed with a female； you know？ A girl。 You know？〃
〃So he sent you up here？〃
〃Yeah。 No。 Yeah； yeah； he did。 He said there was a place up here called 。。。 ah。。。 La Gallina。〃 He pronounced the word with a Western twang that brought a new smile to Zip's mouth。
〃La Gallina； yes；〃 Zip said； giving it the proper Spanish pronunciation。
〃Yeah；〃 the sailor said； nodding； 〃where he said I could get anything I want。 Now how about that？〃
〃He was right；〃 Zip answered。
〃So here I am；〃 the sailor said。 He paused。 〃Where is it？〃
〃Right down the street there。〃
〃Thank you；〃 the sailor said； nodding。 〃Thank you ver' much。〃 He started off down the street again。
〃Don't mention it；〃 Zip said； smiling。 He stared after the sailor for a few moments； and then went into the luncheonette。 〃Give me a cup of coffee； Luis；〃 he said。
The sailor went down the street； studying each doorway as he had before。 He stopped suddenly； looked at the lettering on the plate…glass window of a bar； and muttered； 〃La Gallina； I'll be damned。 Feller was right。〃 He walked directly to the front door； not expecting it to be locked； trying to open it； and then discovering that it was locked； immensely annoyed that the knob had resisted his hand。 He backed away from the door and yelled； 〃Hey！ Hey； wake up！ Wake up； goddamnit！ I'm here！〃
〃What the hell is that？〃 Luis said。
〃Sailor out there；〃 Zip said； grinning。
Luis came from behind the counter。 Up the street； the sailor…was still shouting at the top of his lungs。
〃You！〃 Luis said。 〃Quiet； quiet。〃
The sailor turned。 〃You talking to me； mate？〃
〃Si； I'm talking to you； mate。 Stop the racket。 This is Sunday morning。 People like to sleep； you know？ You wake them up。〃
〃Well； hell； thass what I'm trying to do； you know。〃
〃Why you trying to wake them up for？〃
'〃Cause I wanna go to bed。〃
〃That makes sense； all right；〃 Luis said； nodding patiently。 〃Are you drunk？〃
〃Me？〃 the sailor said。 〃Me？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Hell； no。〃
〃You look perhaps a little drunk。〃
The sailor walked to where Luis was standing； put his hands on his hips and said； 〃Well； maybe I am perhaps a li'l drunk。 So ain't you never been perhaps a li'l drunk？〃
〃I have been a little drunk；〃 Luis said； 〃and I have been a lot drunk。 e。 I'll make you a cup of coffee。〃
〃Whuffor？〃
〃What for？〃 Luis shrugged and walked into the luncheonette。 The sailor followed him。 〃Because I like sailors；〃 Luis said。 〃I used to be a sailor myself once。〃
〃Did you find it； pal？〃 Zip interrupted。
〃Yeah。 It's closed。〃
〃I coulda told you that。〃
〃So why dinn you？〃
〃You didn't ask。〃
〃Oh； you're one of those guys；〃 the sailor said。
〃Which guys？〃 Zip asked； and he stiffened suddenly on the counter stool； as if expecting an attack。
〃The guys you got to ask。〃
〃Yeah；〃 Zip answered。 〃I'm one of those guys。 So what？〃
Rapidly； perhaps because he sensed Zip's sudden belligerence； perhaps because he simply wanted to switch the conversation back to himself； Luis said； 〃Yes； I was in the Navy from 1923 to 1927。 Yes； sir。〃
〃Was you on a ship？〃 the sailor asked。 If he had detected any challenge in Zip's voice； he was studiously ignoring it。 Either that； or he was too drunk to have noticed。
〃A man who has not been on a ship is not a sailor。〃 He looked over at the bubbling Silexes。 〃The coffee is almost ready。〃
〃What kind of a ship？〃
〃A garbage scow；〃 Zip said quickly； and he grinned。
〃Never mind this smart one。 I was on a mine sweep。〃
〃What was your rate？〃 the sailor asked suspiciously。
〃You never heard of Rear Admiral Luis Amandez？〃 Zip asked； mock surprise spreading over his uneven features。
〃I was a s