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“I heard that,” Juan Carlos said. “Uruguay, huh? Is that where you two met?”
“Yeah,” Castillo said.
A maid appeared, and Fernando told her to bring whiskey.
“So,” Juan Carlos asked, “what brings you to Hacienda Santa Maria, Señorita Barlow?” Before she could reply, Juan Carlos added: “Barlow doesn’t sound very Hungarian, if you don’t mind my saying so.”
“It used to be Böröcz,” Sweaty said. “Which no one could pronounce, much less spell, in Spanish. So we changed it.”
“You were telling me what you’re doing here,” Juan Carlos said.
“Stefan and I are looking at those,” Sweaty said, pointing to the grapefruit grove. “
When Carlos told us his family was in the citrus business—I have some pastureland I’m thinking of converting—and then that he was coming here, I imposed on his hospitality. Really imposed on it. I brought a half a dozen citrus experts with me. Stefan’s the expert’s expert.”
“I didn’t know they grow grapefruit in Uruguay,” Juan Carlos said.
“They don’t grow much, but some. Maybe I can change that.”
“And your expert’s expert is another Hungarian? Koussevitzky doesn’t sound like he’s a native of Uruguay.”
“Actually, I’m Israeli,” Koussevitzky said. “Or was. Now I’m an Uruguayan citizen.”
“They grow grapefruit in Israel?”
“All the citrus fruits, our—their—biggest market is Italy and France,” Koussevitzky said.
“I’ll be damned. I never heard that,” Juan Carlos said, and then asked, “What were you doing in Uruguay, Carlos?”
“I was an assistant military attaché of the American embassy.”
“‘Assistant military attaché,’ huh?” Juan Carlos parroted. “Sounds pretty snazzy.”
“It’s what the Army does with officers who are not going to get promoted, and don’t have enough time in to retire,” Castillo said. “They send them to an embassy until they have enough time. The only good thing about it was that I met Susanna in Montevideo.”
“So you’re retired now?” Juan Carlos said.
The maid came to them with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and accoutrements on a tray. When she poured the Tennessee whiskey into a glass, Juan Carlos gestured for her to add more.
“Jack Daniel’s is like sex,” he announced. “You can never get enough.”
“So is gold,” Sweaty said.
Juan Carlos looked at her and smiled.
“I like her, Carlos,” he said, raising his glass and taking a healthy swallow. “What I can’t figure out is what a redhead like that sees in a skinny gringo like you.”
“It’s been a long time, Juan Carlos,” Castillo said. “But I think I can still kick your ass.”
Juan Carlos looked at him for a moment, and then smiled and said, “I’ll bet you could. You know I’m just kidding, Red, right?”
“Carlos wasn’t,” Sweaty said.
He considered that for a moment, smiled, and said, “So you’re retired now, huh?”
“For a couple of months.”
“I was thinking that the last time I saw you was when you had just graduated from West Point. You were a second lieutenant about to go to flight school.”
