been branded a fool.
âCross has a big following in the Philippines. A couple years ago he filled the national soccer stadiumâfifty thousand seats and twice as many people hanging around outside.â
âI wouldnât have guessed.â
âEvery Filipino man believes he has four talents: a great lover, a great boxer, an outlaw, and a singer.â
âAnd thatâs Jimmy Cross.â
âExactly.â
The bartender delivered the next round.
âWere you at the concert last night?â
âSheila and I had tickets, but we got stuck at home. I heard he seemed spacey.â
Two women who seemed to have taken great pains to appear to be in their thirties, tanned, their hair blown out, their assets stuffed into strapless dresses, wedged between the men.
âAre you doctors?â asked the one closer to Peter.
Martin said he was a mechanic.
âIâve never met an honest mechanic,â said the second woman.
âHeâs kidding,â Peter said.
The women fixed their eyes on Martin.
âAt the moment Iâm trying to repair this young manâs heart, but I donât have the right tools.â
When the women stared at his chest, Peter pulled his shoulders back.
The woman nearer Peter leaned toward him and asked, âWhat happened to your heart? Someone break it?â
âCrushed it,â said Martin.
âPoor baby.â Specks of mascara had settled on her cheeks, like cinders.
He pushed his lip down, pouting. When she turned to repeat herself to her friend, he noticed a pink weal half an inch above the upper edge of her dress.
Martin ordered a round for the women. The whisperer was a Katie; her friend was Jillian with a J.
The bartender delivered drinks to the women.
âWhat are these?â asked Jillian.
âItâs what the doctor ordered,â Peter said. His little joke seemed to sail over the womenâs heads. Martin gave him a look that Peter translated as Cut the shit .
âIs it a White Russian?â Katie asked.
Martin curled a finger to draw them close. âItâs an Anchors Aweigh: bourbon, peach and cherry brandy, triple sec, and cream.â
The women frowned, but sipped their drinks.
âIt tastes like poisoned candy,â Jillian said.
Martin reached over and took the womanâs drink away.
Laughing, Katie added, âOr like something my grandfather drinks in his basement.â
Martin said, âI doubt either of you has a living grandparent.â
Peter had warmed to Katie. She had a flirty habit of bumping her bare shoulder against him, and it had gotten so heâd started to anticipate the next collision.
But Martinâs comment hit its mark.
âWhat!â squawked Katie.
âNasty,â Jillian said.
The women stood there sizzling like fuses, before storming off.
Peter said, âWe should probably relocate before they enlist someone to teach us a lesson.â
Martin looked toward the door. âI wonât let anyone mess up your face before youâve had a chance to take advantage of your station.â
âWhat station is that?â
âYouâre going on tour.â Martin took a long sip of his drink. âPeg will tell you in the morning. Act surprised.â
Peter pulled his phone out of his pocket. No voice mails. No texts.
âYou guys didnât even call me.â
âI called as soon as weâd sorted out the details.â
Thatâs not what heâd meant. Why hadnât anyone called him while his future was still being decided? âThanks.â
âIf someone gave me the choice between watching my kids graduate college or hearing Cross play âSin Perdidoâ live, Iâm not sure which Iâd pick.â
âYouâd pick your kids.â
Martin tapped his glass against Peterâs. âIâve never dreamed of watching my kids graduate.â
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