“Three blocks from here there’s a big avenue. We can find a taxi there,”
she told Hugo. “Say, do you have a cigarette?”
“Cigarette? I don’t even know where I put my wallet,” Hugo replied,
palming his jacket with one hand. “Besides, don’t you always carry
cigarettes in your purse? I would think you’re cheap and can’t buy your
own if I didn’t know any better.”
“It’s so much more fun when a gentleman offers a lady a cigarette.”
“I can’t even offer you a mint tonight. Do you think I might have left
my wallet back at the house?”
She did not reply. Hugo was having a difficult time carrying the horse’s
head under his arm. He almost dropped it when they reached the avenue.
Noemí raised a slender arm and hailed a taxi. Once they were inside the car,
Hugo was able to put the horse’s head down on the seat.
“You could have told me I didn’t have to bring this thing after all,” he
muttered, noticing the smile on the driver’s face and assuming he was
having fun at his expense.
“You look adorable when you’re irritated,” she replied, opening her
handbag and finding her cigarettes.
Hugo also looked like a younger Pedro Infante, which was a great deal
of his appeal. As for the rest—personality, social status, and intelligence—
Noemí had not paused to think too much about all of that. When she wanted
something she simply wanted it, and lately she had wanted Hugo, though
now that his attention had been procured she was likely to dismiss him.
When they arrived at her house, Hugo reached out to her, grasping her
hand.
“Give me a kiss good night.”
“I’ve got to run, but you can still have a bit of my lipstick,” she replied,
taking her cigarette and putting it in his mouth.
Hugo leaned out the window and frowned while Noemí hurried into her
home, crossing the inner courtyard and going directly to her father’s office.
Like the rest of the house, his office was decorated in a modern style, which
seemed to echo the newness of the occupants’ money. Noemí’s father had
never been poor, but he had turned a small chemical dye business into a
fortune. He knew what he liked and he wasn’t afraid to show it: bold colors