I made him stop every few feet, first to buy lemonade from a seller carrying a tin jar. He filled a brass cup to the brim and handed it to me. The first taste of the tart liquid exploded on my tongue. I immediately bought one for Mr. Hayes. He lifted his brow questioningly. “For taking me here,” I explained. “Gracias.” “Now your manners are polite.” “I’m always polite.”
