Right as Rain

'Lizardo,' said Nestor. 'Please.'

'I can't help it, Nestor. The huevos rancheros I had this morning, at the De

'You can help it! You're forcing it out; I can hear the sound!'

'I'm sorry,' said Lizardo.

But he wasn't sorry. And he couldn't help but giggle when he heard his brother gag.

Nestor felt the car slow down and then, after a sharp turn, the gravel beneath their tires as they drove onto the Boone property. The car kept going for a while, slowly, and finally came to a stop.

'Y'all can get up,' said Ray, as he killed the engine.

All of them got out of the car. The yard was cluttered with tires and oil drums, old brake pads, cinder blocks, upended logs, a rusted-out backhoe. A Prussian helmet was hung by its chin strap on the sissy bar of an old Harley, and a plastic buck's head was nailed over the barn door. The house beside the barn was badly in need of paint. A dead plant hung from the ceiling of the porch, and the porch listed to one side.

White trash, thought Nestor. You can give them money, but money will never buy them style.

'Let's go inside,' said Ray, 'warm up some while we work.'

They walked toward the barn. Ray checked out Nestor, holding the gym bags loosely at his side. Nestor with his shiny suit, big pads under the shoulders, and those pointed spick shoes he liked, weaved on the sides like a basket. Colder than the tits on an old sow today, and here goes Nestor, wearing shoes with holes in 'em. Ray knew Nestor liked the ladies, and he bet that this brown boy thought he looked pretty attractive, dressed the way he was. He once told Ray that the girls called him Nestor the Molester down in Florida, and he was proud of it, too. Well, maybe they went for that look down there, but up in Maryland, out here in the country? He looked pretty goddamned stupid, you asked Ray.

'Hey, Nestor,' said Ray, 'how much you drop on that suit, a buck?'

'Buck and a half,' said Nestor defensively.

'How about it, Daddy? Think I'd look good in a suit like that?'

'Huh,' grunted Earl.

It was warm inside the barn. They had a couple drinks, Ray insisting on pouring them shots of tequila, the gold kind he had sitting up on the top shelf behind the bar, to go with their beers. Earl sat with them at one of those tables with green felt on it, the type cardplayers used, while Ray went into that secret room of his to scale out the brown, make sure it weighed out to two full Ks. Ray claimed to have some chemical kind of test back there he ran it through, too, though Nestor had never actually seen the kit.

Earl didn't say much while Nestor and Lizardo sipped their tequilas and beers. He smoked a cigarette and then another, nodding when Nestor tried to include him in the conversation but not giving up more than the nod or a 'yep' or 'uh-huh' here and there.

'Take it easy with that,' said Nestor, pointing to the Cuervo bottle that Lizardo was lifting off the table and bringing to his glass.

'Just a taste,' said Lizardo, pouring three fingers and setting the bottle back down on the felt.

Nestor didn't like to be around Lizardo when he drank. Liquor made his brother more stupid, and much sillier, than he already was.

In the back room, Ray broke open a spansule of meth, poured the white speckled contents onto the crook of his thumb, and snorted it all into his nose at once. He paced around the room, hungry for a smoke, his heart beating rapidly. He did a set of preacher curls, then opened the door that led to the saloon area and stuck his head out into the room.

'Nestor, Lizardo! Come on back and get your money!'

Nestor looked at Lizardo and shrugged. They got up from the table and walked to the back room. Earl butted his smoke and followed. When all of them were in the room, Ray closed the door behind them.

Nestor had been curious about the back room. He had never been asked to come inside it, but now that he was here he felt somewhat disappointed. There was a tool bench, some shotguns in a case, a setup to cook drugs, a couple of safes, a weight bench, free weights strewn about, and a stack of porno magazines on a small table near the bathroom. It looked very much like the room Nestor kept in the basement of his house.

'Everything all right?' said Nestor.

'It all checked out fine,' said Ray.

'Then we'll just take our money and get on our way.'

'You got the rest of the run to make, right?'

'This is our first stop, Ray, same as always.'

'Must be worried about the rest of your load, settin' back there in the trunks of those cars.'

'If I'm worried,' said Nestor, smiling cheerfully, 'then it is my worry.'

Lizardo laughed a little. Nestor could see from the familiar glassy sheen to Lizardo's eyes that his brother was feeling the tequilas and beers.

'Somethin' fu

'It's the boots, menino,' said Lizardo, his eyes traveling down to the custom Dingos on Ray's feet.

'What's that word, me-nino?' said Ray.

Nestor nearly winced. Menino meant 'little man.' It was something you would call a boy.

Nestor said, 'It's another word for amigo, Ray. It's like calling you a friend.'

'I like the boots,' said Lizardo. 'Honest, Ray. And the heels! Tell me, where could I get some like those?'

'What for?' asked Ray suspiciously.

Lizardo gri

Ray took a step forward. Earl stifled a grin.

'He don't mean nothin', Critter,' said Earl. 'He's just havin' a little fun with you, is all. Go on and give these boys their money.'

Ray went to the tool bench, picked up the gym bags the Rodriguez brothers had brought with them, and handed them to Nestor. Nestor unzipped one bag and looked inside.

'Count it,' said Ray.

'I don't need to count it,' said Nestor. 'We are going to be in business together for a long time.'

'Hey, Ray,' said Lizardo, nodding to the weight bench. 'You really pick up all that yourself?'

'Damn straight,' said Ray. 'Two hundred and fifty pounds. I'll bench that motherfucker all day.'

'Let's go, brother,' said Nestor.

'What,' said Ray, 'you don't think I can?'

'I don't know,' said Lizardo, winking at Nestor. 'You look pretty strong, but

'I'll show you,' said Ray. 'And not just one, either. I'm go

Lizardo made a spreading motion with his hands. 'You want to show me, man, pfft, show me.'

'Jerkoffs,' said Nestor, stepping between Earl and the weight bench.

Ray stripped off his fla

Ray sat up, checked his arms briefly, and smiled up at Lizardo. 'Now you.'

'You don't think I can?'

'Now you,' said Ray.

'Vamonos, Lizardo,' said Nestor.

'Y'all ain't go

'I can do it,' said Lizardo. 'But do I have to take off my shirt?' It sounded like 'chirt.'

Lizardo laughed shortly and lay down on the bench. He gripped, ungripped, and regripped the bar. He took a deep breath and held it in. Ray moved behind the towers and centered himself for the spot.

'One!' shouted Lizardo, as he raised the bar. Immediately he knew that he could only do but two or three. The weight was much heavier than he had imagined it would be.