Sorry, sorry! Apologies all around to all you non-Spanish speakers!
Here's the same chapter, re-posted with translations!
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There was a soft tapping on the door.
Sands and Estrella both turned to face it at the same moment, Sands aiming the gun at what he judged would be chest level for the person outside the door.
"Expecting company?" he demanded of Estrella.
"No," she said shortly, then added sarcastically, "You?"
"No."
She walked over to the door, and he could hear that she was favoring one leg slightly. The door creaked slowly open-
"Senor, senor!" a youthful voice exclaimed, and something slammed into Sands hard enough to knock the wind out of him, and wrapped its arms enthusiastically around his waist.
"Hi, kid," said Sands, trying and failing to free himself from the boy's vice-like hug. "Listen, would you mind letting go? I need to breathe."
Sands heard a choking sound- Estrella trying to smother giggles. "Friend of yours?" she asked.
"My seeing eye dog," he corrected, finally succeeding in prying the child loose. To the boy he added, "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to **** off?"
"Si, senor," the boy replied breathlessly.
"Then why didn't you?"
The boy took his free hand in both of his own, and answered cheerily, "Me gustas tu, Senor!" (I like/love you, sir!)
Sands looked utterly revolted. Turning to Estrella he demanded, "I shouldn't like the connotations on that, should I?"
"Marco has an inexplicable fondness for Americans," she said dryly, closing the door. "Particularly for you, it seems. I never would have guessed at this softer side of your nature," she informed him, her voice heavy with irony.
"Oh, shut up," Sands growled. "I didn't break any bones, now did I?"
"Senorita, qué sucedió a su cara?" the boy asked, tugging Sands over to stand in front of her. (What happened to your face?)
"Your friend and I had a bit of an argument," she explained.
"Él le lastimó, senorita?" he asked. (Did he hurt you?)
"Did he hurt me?" she repeated, and although she appeared to be answering Marco's question, Sands could tell that she was speaking to him. "Yes, but I think we understand each other now, better than we did before."
"Pienso que es malo que él le golpeó, pero él no es un mal hombre," the boy announced. (I think it's bad that he hit you, but he isn't a bad man.)
"You think so?" she asked.
"Si," Marco answered firmly.
"So do I," she said softly.
For a few seconds there was silence, then Sands swallowed and forced himself to speak. "Why are you here, kid?"
The boy's tone darkened as he said, "Senor, hombres del cártel de Barillo le está buscando." (Men from the Barillo cartel are looking for you.)
"We already know," Estrella said grimly. "El mariachi paid a visit to your wounded friend, and he told us."
"El mariachi?" the boy exclaimed excitedly. "¿Ahora está él aquí? ¿Él está permaneciendo con usted?" (Is he here now? Is he staying with you?)
"No," she said uncomfortably. "No, he isn't staying with me. He had to go help the president. Thanks for telling us about the cartel, though."
"Ningún problema," Marco said brightly. "Bien, tengo que ir ahora como la cena con mi abuela. Adiós!" (No problem. Well, I have to go now and eat dinner with my grandma. Bye!)
He gave Sands another rib-cracking but thankfully brief hug and dashed out the door, slamming it loudly behind him, and leaving Sands and Estrella standing awkwardly in the suddenly very quiet room.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short and not too exciting, but I have to do homework now... Yeah, homework. Sad, isn't it? Anyway, stick around, cuz I think the next update is going to be interesting....
There was a soft tapping on the door.
Sands and Estrella both turned to face it at the same moment, Sands aiming the gun at what he judged would be chest level for the person outside the door.
"Expecting company?" he demanded of Estrella.
"No," she said shortly, then added sarcastically, "You?"
"No."
She walked over to the door, and he could hear that she was favoring one leg slightly. The door creaked slowly open-
"Senor, senor!" a youthful voice exclaimed, and something slammed into Sands hard enough to knock the wind out of him, and wrapped its arms enthusiastically around his waist.
"Hi, kid," said Sands, trying and failing to free himself from the boy's vice-like hug. "Listen, would you mind letting go? I need to breathe."
Sands heard a choking sound- Estrella trying to smother giggles. "Friend of yours?" she asked.
"My seeing eye dog," he corrected, finally succeeding in prying the child loose. To the boy he added, "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to **** off?"
"Si, senor," the boy replied breathlessly.
"Then why didn't you?"
The boy took his free hand in both of his own, and answered cheerily, "Me gustas tu, Senor!" (I like/love you, sir!)
Sands looked utterly revolted. Turning to Estrella he demanded, "I shouldn't like the connotations on that, should I?"
"Marco has an inexplicable fondness for Americans," she said dryly, closing the door. "Particularly for you, it seems. I never would have guessed at this softer side of your nature," she informed him, her voice heavy with irony.
"Oh, shut up," Sands growled. "I didn't break any bones, now did I?"
"Senorita, qué sucedió a su cara?" the boy asked, tugging Sands over to stand in front of her. (What happened to your face?)
"Your friend and I had a bit of an argument," she explained.
"Él le lastimó, senorita?" he asked. (Did he hurt you?)
"Did he hurt me?" she repeated, and although she appeared to be answering Marco's question, Sands could tell that she was speaking to him. "Yes, but I think we understand each other now, better than we did before."
"Pienso que es malo que él le golpeó, pero él no es un mal hombre," the boy announced. (I think it's bad that he hit you, but he isn't a bad man.)
"You think so?" she asked.
"Si," Marco answered firmly.
"So do I," she said softly.
For a few seconds there was silence, then Sands swallowed and forced himself to speak. "Why are you here, kid?"
The boy's tone darkened as he said, "Senor, hombres del cártel de Barillo le está buscando." (Men from the Barillo cartel are looking for you.)
"We already know," Estrella said grimly. "El mariachi paid a visit to your wounded friend, and he told us."
"El mariachi?" the boy exclaimed excitedly. "¿Ahora está él aquí? ¿Él está permaneciendo con usted?" (Is he here now? Is he staying with you?)
"No," she said uncomfortably. "No, he isn't staying with me. He had to go help the president. Thanks for telling us about the cartel, though."
"Ningún problema," Marco said brightly. "Bien, tengo que ir ahora como la cena con mi abuela. Adiós!" (No problem. Well, I have to go now and eat dinner with my grandma. Bye!)
He gave Sands another rib-cracking but thankfully brief hug and dashed out the door, slamming it loudly behind him, and leaving Sands and Estrella standing awkwardly in the suddenly very quiet room.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short and not too exciting, but I have to do homework now... Yeah, homework. Sad, isn't it? Anyway, stick around, cuz I think the next update is going to be interesting....