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would listen? So, Martinez, we have each other. The friendship of the poor is real friendship. We –’
    But now a handsome young Mexican with a fine thin moustache strolled by. And on each of his careless arms hung a laughing woman.
    â€˜ Madre mía !’ Martinez slapped his own brow. ‘How does that one rate two friends?’
    â€˜It’s his nice new white summer suit.’ Vamenos chewed a black thumbnail. ‘He looks sharp.’
    Martinez leaned out to watch the three people moving away, and then the tenement across the street, in one fourth-floor window of which, far above, a beautiful girl leaned out, her dark hair faintly stirred by the wind. She had been there for ever, which was to say, for six weeks. He had nodded, he had raised a hand, he had smiled, he had blinked rapidly, he had even bowed to her, on the street, in the hall when visiting friends, in the park, downtown. Even now, he put his hand up from his waist and moved his fingers. But all the lovely girl did was let the summer wind stir her dark hair. He did not exist. He was nothing.
    â€˜ Madre mía !’ He looked away and down the street where the man walked his two friends around a corner. ‘Oh, if I had just one suit, one! I wouldn’t need money if I looked okay.’
    â€˜I hesitate to suggest,’ said Villanazul, ‘that you see Gomez. But he’s been talking some crazy talk for a month now, about clothes. I keep on saying I’ll be in on it to make him go away. That Gomez.’
    â€˜Friend,’ said a quiet voice.
    â€˜Gomez!’ Everyone turned to stare.
    Smiling strangely, Gomez pulled forth an endless thin yellow ribbon which fluttered and swirled on the summer air.
    â€˜Gomez,’ said Martinez, ‘what you doing with that tape-measure?’
    Gomez beamed. ‘Measuring people’s skeletons.’
    â€˜Skeletons!’
    â€˜Hold on.’ Gomez squinted at Martinez. ‘g Caramba ! Where you been all my life! Let’s try you !’
    Martinez saw his arm seized and taped, his leg measured, his chest encircled.
    â€˜Hold still!’ cried Gomez. ‘Arm – perfect. Leg – chest – perfectamente ! Now, quick, the height! There! Yes! Five foot five! You’re in! Shake!’ Pumping Martinez’s hand he stopped suddenly. ‘Wait. You got … ten bucks?’
    â€˜I have!’ Vamenos waved some grimy bills. ‘Gomez, measure me!’
    â€˜All I got left in the world is nine dollars and ninety-two cents.’ Martinez searched his pockets. ‘That’s enough for a new suit? Why?’
    â€˜Why? Because you got the right skeleton, that’s why!’
    â€˜Señor Gomez, I don’t hardly know you –’
    â€˜Know me? You’re going to live with me! Come on!’
    Gomez vanished into the pool-room. Martinez, escorted by the polite Villanazul, pushed by an eager Vamenos, found himself inside.
    â€˜Dominguez!’ said Gomez.
    Dominguez, at a wall-telephone, winked at them. A woman’s voice squeaked on the receiver.
    â€˜Manulo!’ said Gomez.
    Manulo, a wine bottle tilted bubbling to his mouth, turned.
    Gomez pointed at Martinez.
    â€˜At last we found our fifth volunteer!’
    Dominguez said, ‘I got a date, don’t bother me –’ and stopped. The receiver slipped from his fingers. His little black telephone book full of fine names and numbers went quickly back into his pocket. ‘Gomez, you – ?’
    â€˜Yes, yes! Your money, now! Ándale !’
    The woman’s voice sizzled on the dangling phone.
    Dominguez glanced at it, uneasily.
    Manulo considered the empty wine bottle in his hand and the liquor-store sign across the street.
    Then, very reluctantly, both men laid ten dollars each on the green velvet pool-table.
    Villanazul, amazed, did likewise, as did Gomez, nudging Martinez. Martinez counted out his wrinkled bills and change. Gomez flourished