Breed said, “It don’t make any sense.” Juan laughed. “I know, that’s what I like about it.
“He used to tell one about Pancho Villa.3 He said a poor woman came to Villa and said, ‘You have shot my husband and now I and the little ones will starve.’ Well, Villa had plenty of money then. He had the presses and he was printing his own. He turned to his treasurer and said, ‘Roll out five kilos of twenty-peso bills for this poor woman.’ He wasn’t even counting it, he had so much. So they did and they tied the bills together with wire and that woman went out. Well, then a sergeant said to Villa, ‘There was a mistake, my general. We did not shoot that woman’s husband. He got drunk and we put him in jail.’ Then Pancho said, ‘Go immediately and shoot him. We cannot disappoint that poor woman.’ ”
Breed said, “It don’t make any sense.”
Juan laughed. “I know, that’s what I like about it. God, that river is eating around the back of the breakwater.”
