"I speak Mexican. The culture vultures said he wouldn’t like my accent. Good thing, too. I can’t follow him when he talks fast." One of her pebbles followed mine, rings spreading on the surface as it sank. "Which is constantly," she added. A bighead swam over to see whether her pebble was good to eat. "He isn’t going to make it." She wasn’t looking at me. Her tone was perfectly neutral. "Little Jorge is definitely not making it."