LIBERA: You need to have the wits. What good is a gun if you don't have the wits to use it, anyway?
ALEJANDRA: Well, it was wits that got you this far, so I believe you're right.
LIBERA: Ha! That's right!
ALEJANDRA: Wow! And you're humble too! Are you humble enough to admit that I had a pretty good idea to come here?
ALEJANDRA: I know a fancy mall like this is pricey, and it really isn't something you normally enjoy, but a new pair of cowboy boots is definitely something you enjoy, right?
LIBERA: That's right ...
ALEJANDRA: I saved up money for tonight, so you can get whatever you like.
LIBERA: Yeah, but did you ever think about what would happen if someone from school saw me here? They're going to think, mira ese, esta muy chiquiado! Ja ja ja!
ALEJANDRA: Pues, si lo eres! Ja ja ja!
Ja ja ja ... Ja ja ja ...
Ja ja ja ...
Cowboy boots ... A toy gun ... The Copper Canyon ... Right, that's the store that Alejandra really wanted to take me to since the beginning. If this isn't a dream, why is it so hard for me to remember what else happened? That's usually how dreams start -
in the middle,
suddenly,
abruptly,
without warning.
I trust my head, though. I know this happened.
It only makes me rack my head even more about why I forgot.
Am I more scatterbrained than I thought?
More dim? No. Absolutely not.
But I'm at my wit's end.