Queen extends her hand to Niner, and at last they shake on it.
âItâs a deal,â says the Queen.
âBut in small bills. And with a receipt,â says Cosmos.
âNaturally, sir. Just as you wish,â the Queen of Caracas answers, and at that point she can no longer keep from laughing, for this Cosmos with his little red cap is really quite a character.
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NEITHER ONE OF THEM has ever run so fast in their lives. They sprint down the street. As far away as they can.
After all, the Queen of Caracas could still change her mind. She could sneak up behind them, put a hand on Ninerâs shoulder, laugh, and say, âWell, you two, youâve passed the test of clever deal-making. Now quick, hand the cash back over.â
âMan!â Cosmos pants when they finally stop. âThatâs a lot of dough! We could get to the sea three times over on that! So much cash, and all for your guardian angel. Unbelievable.â
Niner says nothing, but he doesnât look very happy. His knees are shaking, heâs gone completely pale, and the sweat on his brow is hot from running.
Theyâre on the bridge over the highway, and the garbage dump feels very far away. Thatâs what comes of taking to your heels. Thatâs what comes of being in such a hurry. Theyâve already traveled a very long way.
And I havenât even got my guardian angel, Niner thinks, and then his knees shake all the more.
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âSPARE THE ROD AND spoil the child,â is how the new guy always put it. âA firm hand never did anyone no harm. Youâre much too soft on the boy. Just leave him to me.â
Still, Mama would come to Ninerâs room at night to sit on the edge of his bed and sing him the song about guardian angels. âWhen I go to sleep at night, fourteen angels hold me tight. . . .â Mama always sang very softly, so the new guy wouldnât hear.
But one night he did hear. He came into Ninerâs room and pushed Mama off the bed. Then he hit her and bellowed, âHow dare you coddle the bastard behind my back again!â
And Mama put her hands up in front of her face, then ran crying from the room, with the new guy trailing after her.
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âWHATâS THE MATTER, BUD? Ainât you excited at all?â
Cosmos holds the bundle of bills in front of his face and waves it about.
âItâs all yours, man! Cheer up and say something already.â
âDunno,â says Niner. âAll I know is that I no longer have my guardian angel!â
âMan, thatâs not the point.â
âIs too! Thatâs exactly the point!â Niner screams. âIf I donât have my guardian angel, Iâm done for, you get it? When
I fall out the window thereâs not going to be a bush underneath. Thereâs just gonna be cement, you get it?â
âNo, I donât get it. Thatâs nonsense.â
âOh yeah? Nonsense, is it? And what about that time with your dogs?â
âThat was hypnosis. It wasnât a guardian angel that kept those dogs back!â
âBut they couldâve torn you to pieces, right? You couldâve died, too. Your stupid hypnosis couldâve failed, couldnât it?â
âBut it didnât! What are you tryinâ to prove with that?â
âThat you do too have a guardian angel! Even if you say you donât.â
âYouâre crazy,â says Cosmos.
Below them, trucks rumble past on the highway.
Theyâre going to the sea, thinks Cosmos, and watches the red taillights fade into the distance. And while heâs watching Niner suddenly turns, quick as lightning, and climbs up onto the railing.
âHey, man, whatâre you doing?â yells Cosmos.
âI wanna try something,â says Niner.
âCome on down from there, thatâs dangerous!â
âIâm gonna do a balancing act.â
âYouâll break your neck,â pleads Cosmos.
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