Winter 1952 – Five Minutes in the Ring


Rosa poured another round of shots. I glared at her. Or rather, I tried to glare at her but my eyes lost focus after a few seconds. I said, “I think you have won. I do not think I have the stamina for tequila that I once did.” 

Rosa snorted. She said, “Are you showing your tail? Drink!”

She handed me the glass. I drank. 

I tried very hard to keep down the delicious meal that Rosa’s mother had cooked. The entire room got very blurry.