“Ah, sí, I know this war, the war where you gringos tried to rub each other out.”

Jesus Helguera “What is your name, Pendejo?”
“Arvel.”
She laughed. “That is a funny name.”
“I am a funny man.”
She yawned. “You are a funny man, Pendejo. Why don’ you get angry with me?”
“I don’t know. I think you are funny, too.”
“I am tired, Pendejo.”
“Then you should go home and go to bed, wherever that might be.”
“I am thirsty, Pendejo.” She suddenly wanted him. She knew this would do it. Either she’d be in or out after this and it was just as well to get it over and done with.  “Would you get me some water?”
“Oh, you are a lot of trouble.” He stood up and reached for a robe.
“Ay, chingao! Wha’ happened to your back, Pendejo?’
“I got blown up in the war.”
“What war?”
“The great rebellion between the states. You know, the Civil War.”
“Ah, sí, I know this war, the war where you gringos tried to rub each other out.”
He grinned. “Yea, that war.”
“Ay, you are a mess, Pendejo.” She stretched, catlike, “I am tired, Pendejo, and thirsty.”
“Yes, I know.”
He sauntered out to get her a drink. The Mule Tamer