understand. She felt she could not look back at him.
“Have you chased all your rebels?” she said.
“For the present,” he replied.
He seemed to be watching, watching for something.
“And you didn’t get hurt?”
“No, I didn’t get hurt.”
She looked away out of the door, having nothing to say in the world.
“I went to Jamiltepec yesterday evening,” he said.
“How is Don Ramón?”
“Yes, he is better.”
“Quite better?”
“No. Not quite better. But he walks a little.”
“Wonderful how people heal.”
“Yes. We die very easily. But we also come quickly back to life.”
“And you? Did you fight the rebels, or didn’t they want to fight?”
“Yes, they wanted to. We fought once or twice; not very much.”
“Men killed?”
“Yes! Some! Not many, no? Perhaps a hundred. We can never tell, no? Maybe two