The Head gives a cat grin. "At our age, you‘ve got to stockup! I‘ll try a pack this afternoon and tell you if it‘s legit?" Heputshis fist down at his crotch level, then springs his erectilethumb upward.
The mynah birds above mock them in ragtime.
"Señor Less, Señor Banderbander." It is Arturo; he seemsnot to have changed clothes or demeanor from the night be-fore. "Are you ready to go?"
Less, still bewildered, turns to the Head. "You‘re comingwith us? Don‘t you have to see the panels?"
"I really have put together some wonderful panels! But Inever go," he explains, spreading his hands on his chest. "Idon‘t speak Spanish."