Like that, getting him in the taxi.

What was disappointing-Iris remained in front, to show she was a nice girl, and didn’t turn all the way around, rest her chin on the back of the seat and give the tourist the business with her eyes and her tongue. Isidro hoped she knew what she was doing. They were so polite he couldn’t believe it.

Are you enjoying your vacation? Very much. Do you like Puerto Rico? Yeah, it’s really nice. Is a nice climate, uh? Perfect.

Jesus Christ. Isidro wanted to say to the rearview mirror, You got twenty pictures of this whore. You desire her or not? But he kept quiet. At least the tourist was in his taxi again. Now she was telling him she was going to the States pretty soon. Atlantic City. “I have a position offered me with the company I’m going to see.”

And she knows all the positions, Isidro was thinking-when the tourist surprised him.

He said, “Yeah? I’m from right near there. Born in Camden, New Jersey. My mom lives in Margate now, that’s practically right next door to Atlantic City. You ever been there?”

Iris said no, but she had been to Miami once and didn’t like it very much.

The tourist said, “You walk down the Boardwalk from Atlantic City you come to Ventnor and then Margate, but it’s like all one. You know what I mean? One city. I lived in Miami a while, I didn’t like it either.”

“I was going to live in Miami Beach,” Iris said, “but I change my mind. I prefer Atlantic City.”

“There’s way more to do there,” the tourist said.

Tell her what you want to do to her, Isidro said to the mirror.

“They want me to work as a hostess for the company,” Iris said. “They have many social functions.”

“A hostess,” the tourist said. “They got a few of those in Atlantic City, all right.”

“The position was offer to me by the boss himself, Mr. Tommy Donovan. He owns the big hotel in Isla Verde I’m going to. He’s crazy for me to work for him. He tole me that.”