\"Aren’tyougoingtosing，Silvo？\"sheaskedteasingly。
Theboyturnedonhissideandraisedhimselfonhiselbowforamoment。\"Notthisnight，SENORITA，\"hepleadedsoftly，\"notthisnight！\"Hedroppedbackagain，andlaywithhischeekonhisrightarm，thehandlyingpassiveonthesandabovehishead。
\"Howdoesheflattenhimselfintothegroundlikethat？\"
Theaaskedherself。\"IwishIknew。It’sveryeffective，somehow。\"
AcrossthegulchtheKohlers’littlehousesleptamongitstrees，adarkspotonthewhitefaceofthedesert。Thewindowsoftheirupstairsbedroomwereopen，andPaulinahadlistenedtothedancemusicforalongwhilebeforeshedrowsedoff。Shewasalightsleeper，andwhenshewokeagain，aftermidnight，Johnny’sconcertwasatitsheight。