What is your name? Parham. Billy Parham. The old man said the name in silence to himself. Te conozco? No señor. Estamos a las Charcas. La Charca. Sí. Hay una historia allá. Historia? Sí, said the old man. He lay holding the boy’s hand and staring up at the kindlingwood latillas of the ceiling. Una historia desgraciada. De obras desalmadas.
