Cities of the Plain(31)

Was he a pachuco?

Sure. Of course he was.

He brushed the boot and then chucked the brush back into the box and took out his cloth and popped it and bent and began to rifle the cloth back and forth over the toe of the boot.

He joined the marines. He got two purple hearts.

What about you?

What about me what.

What did you join.

He glanced up at John Grady. He whipped the cloth around the counter of the boot. I sure didnt join no marines, he said.

What about the pachucos.

Nah.

You’re not a pachuco?

Nah.

Are you a bullshitter?

Sure.

A big one?

Pretty big. Let me have the other foot.

What about the black around the edges?

I do that last. Dont worry about everything.

John Grady put his other foot on the box and turned up his trouserleg.

Appearance is important with women, the boy said. Dont think they dont look at your boots.

You got a girl?

Shit no.

You sound like you’ve had some bad experiences.

Who aint? You fool with em and that’s the kind you’ll have.

There’ll be some sweet young thing nail you down one of these days.

I hope not.

How old are you?

Fourteen.

You lie about your age?

Yeah. Sure.

I guess if you admit it then it aint a lie.

The boy ceased rubbing in the polish for a moment and sat looking at the boot. Then he began again.

If there’s somethin I want to be a different way from what it is then that’s how I say it is. What’s wrong with that?

I dont know.

Who else is goin to?

Nobody, I guess.

Nobody is right.

Is your brother married?

Which brother? I got three.

The one that was in the marines.

Yeah. He’s married. They’re all married.

If they’re all married why did you ask which one?

The shineboy shook his head. Man, he said.

I guess you’re the youngest.

No. I got a brother ten years old is married with three kids. Of course I’m the youngest. What do you think?

Well maybe marriage runs in the family.

Marriage dont run in families. Anyway I’m an outlaw. Oveja negra. You speak spanish?

Yeah. I speak spanish.

Oveja negra. That’s me.

Black sheep.

I know what it is.

I am too.

The boy looked up at him. He reached and got his brush from the box. Yeah? he said.

Yeah.

You dont look like no outlaw to me.

What does one look like?

Not like you.

He brushed the boot and put away the brush and got his cloth out and popped it. John Grady watched him. What about you? What if you could be anything you wanted?

I’d be a cowboy.

Really?

The boy looked up at him with disgust. Shit no, he said. What’s wrong with you? I’d be a rico and lay around on my ass all day. What do you think?

What if you had to do something?

I dont know. Maybe be a airplane pilot.

Yeah?

Sure. I’d fly everywhere.

What would you do when you got there?

Fly somewhere else.

He finished polishing the boot and got out his bottle of blacking and began to paint the heel and the edges of the sole with the swab.

Other boot, he said.

John Grady put his other foot up and the boy painted the edges. Then he put the swab back in the bottle and screwed the cap shut and pitched the bottle into the box. You’re done, he said.

John Grady turned his cuffs back down and stood and reached into his pocket and took out a coin and handed it to the boy.

Thanks.

He looked down at his boots. What do you think.

She might let you in the door. Where’s your flowers at?

Flowers?

Sure. You’re goin to need all the help you can get.

You’re probably right.

I shouldnt even be tellin you this stuff.

Why not?

You’d be better off just to be put out of your misery.

John Grady smiled. Where are you from? he said.

Right here.

No you’re not.

I grew up in California.

What are you doin over here?

I like it over here.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You like shinin shoes?

I like it all right.

You like the street.

Yeah. I dont like goin to school.

John Grady adjusted his hat and looked off up the street. He looked down at the boy. Well, he said. I never much liked it myself.

Outlaws, the boy said.

Outlaws. I think maybe you’re a bigger outlaw than me.

I think you’re right.

I’m just kind of gettin the hang of it.

You need any pointers come see me. I’ll be happy to show you the ropes.

John Grady smiled. Okay, he said. I’ll see you around.

Adiós, vaquero.

Adiós, bolero.

The boy smiled and waved him on.


THE CRIADA STOOD behind her in the full-length mirror, her mouth bristling with hairpins. She looked at the girl in the mirror, so pale and so slender in her shift with her hair piled atop her head. She looked at Josefina. Josefina stood to the side with one arm crossed and her other elbow propped upon it, her fist to her chin. No, she said. No.