One day Rosa Méndez told Rosa Amalfitano what it felt like to make love with a policeman. “It’s the best,” she said. “Why, what difference does it make?” her friend wanted to know. “It’s hard to explain, mana,” said Rosa Méndez, “but it’s like fucking a man who isn’t exactly a man. It’s like becoming a little girl again, if that makes sense. It’s like being fucked by a rock. A mountain. You know you’ll be there, on your knees, until the mountain says it’s over. And that in the end you’ll be full.”
