Happy Birthday.

“You’re not a lengua larga, are you?” he asked, still nasty.

“I don’t think so.”

“What’s that?  A threat?”

“Listen,” I told him. “Don’t be so tough so early in the morning.  I’m sure you’ve cut plenty people’s throats.  I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”

From To Have and Have Not, Hemingway, p.5.

July 21st is his birthday; my clock says 12:01AM, so I guess I just missed it.