“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.