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âWhere we goin?â
We walk outa there through a saddlerâs prompt line of crossed sword eyes of miux ow you know, the old gantlet line, of respectable bourgeois Mexicans in the morning, but nobody stops us, no cops, we stumble out and down a narrow dirt street and up to another door and inside a little old court where an old man is sweeping with a broom and inside you hear many voicesâ
He pleads with me with his eyes about something, like, âDont start trouble,â I make the sign â Me start trouble?â but he insists so I hesitate to go in but Tristessa and Cruz drag me confidently and I look back at the old man who has given his consent but is still pleading with his eyesâGreat God, he knew!
The place is a kind of unofficial morning snort-bar, Cruz goes into dark noisy interiors and comes out with a kind of weak anisette in a waterglass and I tasteâI dont want any particularlyâI just stand against the dobe wall looking at the yellow lightâCruz looks absolutely crazy now, with high hairy bestial nostrils like in Orozco the women screaming in revolutions but nevertheless she manages to look dainty tooâBesides she is a dainty little person, I mean her heart, all night long she has been very nice to me and she likes meâIn fact sheâd screamed in a drunk one time âTristessa youâre jealous because Yack wanted to marry me!ââand but she knows I love unlovable Tristessaâso sheâs sistered me and I liked itâsome people have vibrations that come straight from the vibrating heart of the sun, unjaded . . .
But as weâre standing there Tristessa suddenly says: âYackâ (me) âall nightââand she starts imitating my shiver in the all-night street, at first I laugh, sunâs yellow hot now on my coat, but I feel alarmed to see her imitate my shiver with such convulsive earnestness and Cruz notices too and says âStop Tristessa!â but she goes on, her eyes wild and white, shivering her thin body in the coat, her legs begin to crumpleâI reach out laughing âAh come onââshe gets more shivery and convulsive and suddenly (as Iâm thinking âHow can she love me making fun of me seriously like thatâ) she starts to fall, which imitation is going too far, I try to grab her, she bends way down to the ground and hangs a minute (just like descriptions Bull had just given me of heroin addicts nodding down to their shoetops on Fifth Avenue in the 20âs Era, way down till their head hung completely from the necks and there was nowhere to go but up or flat down on the head) and to my pain and crash Tristessa just bonks her skull and falls headlong on it right on the harsh stone and collapses.
â Oh no Tristessa !â I cry and grab her under the arms and twist her over and sit her in my haunches as I hunch against the wallâShe is breathing heavily and suddenly I see blood all over her coatâ
âSheâs dying,â I think, âsuddenly sheâs decided now to die . . . This insane morning, this insane minuteââAnd hereâs the old man with the pleading eyes still looking at me with his broom and men and women going in for anisette stepping right over us (with gingerly unconcern but slowly, scarcely glancing down)âI put my head to hers, cheek to cheek, and hold her tight, and say â Non non non non â and what I mean is âDont dieââCruz is on the ground with us on the other side, cryingâI hold Tristessa by her little ribs and prayâBlood now trickles out of her nose and mouthâ
No oneâs gonna move us outa that doorwayâthis I swearâ
I realize Iâm there to refuse to let her dieâ
We get water, on my big red bandana, and mop her a littleâAfter whiles of convulsive shuddering suddenly she becomes extremely calm and opens her eyes and even looks