In San Lorenzo, a much bigger town, we stopped to make a U-turn. What appeared to be a wedding was just ending. This little girl saw us and ran up to our car and knocked on Mom's window. She stared at us and smiled, asking us questions so fast that we couldn't answer them. It is possible that in her nine or ten years that she has not seen a white person. We really were way out there. As she talked and smiled, I again thought of Clay and wondered what he could do for this sad little mouth. The stubs of teeth that you see go down to the gums and are black. As we drove away we wondered if she had been weaned on a bottle of Coke.