“That’s a nice car out there,” Rydell said, nodding in the direction of the carport and spooning cornflakes into his mouth. “My daughter Rosa’s car. Been in the shop, man.” Rydell chewed, swallowed. “Brakes or something?” “The fucking waterfall. Supposed to be these little animals, they come out of the bushes and sort of look at it, the waterfall, you know?” Hernandez leaned back against the counter, flexing his toes into the nubby sandals. “Some kind of, like, Costa Rican animals, you know? Ecology theme. She’s real green. Made us take out what was left of the lawn, put in all these
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