In the novel Tocayos, Carlos describes meeting Charly in class:
I continued to move down the aisle, banging my metal lunch pail and my old leather book bag against the desks and shoulders of my fellow students. Some moved over, some shoved me into my fellow students on the other side of the aisle. It was pleasant mayhem until I saw Charly the American. He was sitting in the last seat next to the window, his desk tipped on its back legs in exactly the same way that I liked to tip my desk. Not only this, but contrary to not only school rules but school custom, he had discarded our school jacket, he had loosened our school tie, and he had rolled up the sleeves of our school uniform’s light blue shirt. His head was lodged into the corner, looking out at the gardens. He turned it slowly and rested his eyes on me.
I met the real Carlos in basketball practice. Shortly after we both made the team, I found out he took the bus to get home, and had to walk a half mile home from the bus stop. At the time, I lived a block away from school. I wanted an excuse to drive the car, so I told him I’d give him a ride if he would claim it was too late to take the bus.
We owned a 1967 baby blue Chrysler 440 Coronet similar to the one in the picture above, and a white Rambler station wagon. Showing up at dinnertime with Carlos in tow put my Mom on the spot. She had to either interrupt dinner preparations to drive him home, or let me drive him. She gave me the keys to the Rambler. I didn’t have a license, but in those days, you first learned to drive, then you got your license.
That’s how I learned to drive, and how I became friends with the Carlos on which the narrator in the story is based.
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